Today I played the dutiful housewife. I did a load of washing and hung it outside to dry. I baked some rock cakes. I dug up some young beetroot and boiled them in their skins. (I did spend some time looking at them to try and get some inspiration for John Gray’s competition but to no avail, into the pan they went!) I picked strawberries and raspberries. I pulled some straggly succulents out of the courtyard because they were making the place look untidy.
The small, tender beetroots were delicious; we had them for lunch with salad and cheese. It is so rewarding when you can eat stuff from your own garden.
|rockery with Philippe's scarecrow in the background|
The rockery is a riot of colour at the moment, I think the Californian poppies are mocking me.