In terms of “weather continuity” I am sure I should now be picking up kindling and gathering it into the folds of my many-layered calico skirts to keep me warm through the winter – instead of dashing into the garden to fill a glass pyrex bowl with tomatoes. But still there is something very right about rustling through branches and leaves to pick your crop. To feel rough stem or velvet leaf and then to circle round a fruit and pull it off from the plant. There must be some ancient part of the brain that’s rewarded by such action – all tied to survival.
However looking at my slight bounty – it’s just as well it’s not my stomach that’s expecting reward from my modern day growing efforts.