Eating something you've grown yourself is incredibly satisfying. Only now do I understand the pride in my Nan's voice when she proclaimed before a sunday roast that all the vegetables were 'fresh this morning from Gramp's garden'.
Saturday, 3 July 2010
Photo Diary : Crop Memories
I fear I may of been slightly exaggerating when talking to my friends about the size of the first courgette i've grown this year. It isn't really growing exponentially, and I don't really believe that if it gets any bigger I won't be able to open the door to the garden. But given the lack of success previous years I was genuinely excited to grow something that meets my expectations (i.e. looks like the stuff in the Sainsburys).
Eating something you've grown yourself is incredibly satisfying. Only now do I understand the pride in my Nan's voice when she proclaimed before a sunday roast that all the vegetables were 'fresh this morning from Gramp's garden'.
Eating something you've grown yourself is incredibly satisfying. Only now do I understand the pride in my Nan's voice when she proclaimed before a sunday roast that all the vegetables were 'fresh this morning from Gramp's garden'.
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Well, I'm impressed. Mine are still at most half that size.
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