Fruity fun
The overgrown, untended and rambling wilderness that is my back garden has few flowers, but does at least have a number of fruit trees.
There are cooking apples, sweet apples, plums, damsons and greengages. Plemty of them this year, as it happens.
Which is pleasing because there's something especially satisfying about eating food from your own land.
Though summer's a long way from over, I'm already looking forward to eating bowls of stewed plums with custard and home-made apple and rosemary jelly with slow-roasted pork.
Then there's the pleasure of eating raw plums and apples straught from the branch. And the joy of preserves and pickles.
Even for a sun addict like me, autumn has its attractions.



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