We have definitely migrated from Sahara to the dry season tropics – late dry season when you keep looking up for clouds, any clouds that might bring rain; and all you get is dry thunder.
Nevertheless, as long as our groundwater spring delivers (fingers crossed!) the garden looks, if not exactly lush, at least a functioning unit. There might be more aphids and cabbage caterpillars than we’d choose to have if we’d have the option but by and large the situation is promising – there is a sense of achievement when dealing with the early harvest items.
We ate yesterday the first stem broccoli (brokali) and the secondary stems are already well on their way.
I told Pekka he should weigh the stems so that we could see how expensively we eat – but he wouldn’t do it. Can’t understand why not; on Saturday in the supermarket we came across this item:
So, with all this and more to work with, achieve and admire – why do we don our foraging outfits to spend a sweltering day in the middle of nowhere?
Why wade in a bog fighting twin-lobed deerflies when you know your haul will not be more than 2-3 litres of cloudberries (we saw the amount a week ago when they were not yet ripe)? Especially when we still have a lot of last year’s ones in the freezers.
Easy. Because of the feeling you always get there. It’s not achievement, it’s simply gratitude – you don’t need bucketfuls of berries or mushrooms, just a single one will awaken it.
It’s given free – it’s up to you to appreciate the gift.