Monday 2 July 2012

The last of the early summer rhubarb has been harvested and is steeped in vodka and fresh ginger quietly turning it a delicate rosé colour. I am now jealously guarding the black currant crop from greedy blackbirds who scold me whenever I turn up at the allotment to water. If the sun would just come out for a day or so they'll be ready for picking.
Mother's Ruin took a day off from the whirl of gin production to go Morris dancing with her mates Sharp Morris in Stratford upon Avon

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