I garden - it's something about being over 50; one minute you're having kids, thinking about the rock and roll life style you've left behind and regretting the passing of youth and the next you're wondering whether to go organic and whether there is still time to get another row of carrots in before the soil is too cold.This weekend I've been reaping what I've sown... literally. I've picked beans to dry, squashes to store and made about a gallon of pasta sauce out of the tomatoes,peppers, onion and garlic I've grown this year and you know what? It feels fabulous!
Okay, so we're not self sufficient by a long way, but not much beats watching the progress of the seeds you've planted and then eating the things you've grown, nipping out at supper time to dig a root of new potatoes, pull a couple of cobs of corn, marvel at growing your own grapes, cut a lettuce or pick a few tomatoes, or come back in with spring onions and courgettes still warm from the afternoon sun - at least not when you're over 50, that is.
No comments:
Post a Comment