I dreamt of tomatoes last night, tomatoes and the Pre-Raphaelites. Tomatoes fill my dreams and my waking moments, and rightly so. Tomatoes are bursting out of our gardens and I’m determined to make the most of every single one of them. Summer has returned here these last few days, the temperatures are suddenly soaring again. After the severe rain storms earlier in the week it’s making things feel a little topsy turvy, but I’m so grateful for the ripening sun…
The garden really is taking up a lot of my thinking right now, or rather the produce we are bringing in from the garden and preserving. All the work of this year has led up to this and I am determined to make use of as much as I physically can! We’re still getting lovely salad from the garden (the romaine’s are coming to the end now though) and my seed onions are giving us lots of fresh spring onions….
We are now entering into that wonderful phase where whole meals can be made with what we have raised on our farm. The other night, after our latest chicken harvest, I accompanied the roasted bird with greens, radishes, onions, beans and eggs from our own garden; as well as home made feta and hard cheese made from our own milk. All raised here. It’s a glorious feeling to step outside and 10 minutes later return with a meal. But prior…
This is Oberon. He lives with us. He’s beautiful. He’s the most beautiful thing in this house. He knows it. Oberon likes being stroked; he likes being stroked by you. Go on. You know you want to.Oberon used to live with another family, that clearly didn’t make any kind of sense. Luckily the fates (through the medium of my Kijiji trawling Papa) brought us together, as it was meant to be. He didn’t really have a name so I call…