I love this time of year; I love the way that our pretty urban suburb becomes a foraging paradise and how our own tiny garden give forth fruit and veg. There's something really deep inside which longs to be able to find fresh produce and there's joy in eating it.
Today we harvested tomatoes, broad bean pods and strawberries from the garden; and were amazed by the aubergine, chilli, grapes and pumpkin which are developing so well.
We were out walking this afternoon and saw all the blackberries. We managed to get a few which hadn't already been collected; but most were far top high to reach without a stepladder. That's for another day. We went to see a plum tree we know fruited last year and found three plums; and then went to check out the greengage tree which gave us enough to provide our five a day for a week.
On the way home Rachel searched for conkers and found a few which were ready and quite a few pale ones losing on the ground - victims of early opening I guess.
At home we surveyed our foraging and harvesting spoils. Fruit, vegetable and decorations fit for any stone age queen and her princess. Perfect.