Yesterdays harvest, which includes my first ever harvest of gooseberries and blackcurrants rescued and protected from the birds, unlike the red currants that D didn’t get around covering with netting. Those have been got. Only a left few hanging where the birds couldn’t perch, and therefore, couldn’t reach with their greedy beaks.
One of my colleagues at work, doesn’t usually ask much of me, but last week while I was talking to her about the abundance of my berries at the allotment plot, she tentatively asked ‘can I get some gooseberries of you for my Dad. I’ll pay you for them’. Silly woman, does she not know me. Her Dad loves the sourness of gooseberries. Her Dad has been quite poorly recently, so she wants to cheer him up and make him either a gooseberry cake or a gooseberry crumble. I was more than delighted to share my berry crop. Food is also about sharing, not just about consuming.
As a Thank you for helping me pick the elderflowers for the elderflower champagne, I also gave her a bottle of elderflower champagne to enjoy, let wait to hear her verdict.