Today was kind of a rough day and my conviction and faith were thin. Why am I even bothering with doing this, this gardening thing? It is so much work, everything breaks down, I am wearing myself out, it is expensive and who gives a rats ass?
Then Joey calls, she has delightful left overs, that lifts my mood, she came by the other day and lo and behold I am eating some of my homegrown fresh cilantro Then I come home and there is a present from Tim Soete from London in the mail, a book bout Bob Marley and then for the triple crown I got the following note:
"We had some of your strawberries for supper tonight and they were sublime! Some riper than others, some not, the texture, the incredible taste, and the aroma, just the way they should be. It took me back to my days on the farm when Granddad John would bring in his bounty from our garden for supper".
Thank you all!
Fine, I'll be open for berry picking tomorrow after all. (and eggs, and spinach and lettuce mix).
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .