The result is that I don't have the heart to pick anything from the garden. I try to prolong this feeling of abundance for as long as possible. So instead of anyone deriving any benefit from the plants, everything just ends up dying and returning to the earth to fertilise the next little crop.
But I realise that this is wrong and terribly wasteful. So I have undertaken to start harvesting soon. I am bracing myself for the sight of a very sad bare garden on the one hand, but a very fragrant kitchen on the other.
|Origanum- long past their ideal harvest time. These leaves are tastiest just before the plant starts to flower|
|A lone little rosemary tree|
|Whatever will I do with all this celery!!|
|A previously lush spinach patch looking rather sad after being harvested for spinach sauce|
|Parsely- so pretty|