Sometimes the garden speaks for itself

Wednesday morning was wet. That kind of positivity sapping, dull grey kind of wet. And on days like those the best thing you can do is just step outside in your dressing gown, socks and sandals and just take it all in. Do it before remembering what rain does to your pjs. And before you look down at your feet and realise just how unattractive socks in sandals are.

But who cares how you look. This time of year is when you get the unexpected thrill of the first fruits of your months of sowing and preparation.

The buzz never diminishes. On Wednesday a pea appeared from nowhere. As in, a pod on the pea plant, not some giant talking pea with legs. That would just be weird. 

I had the same surprise last year and it reminded me that for all the neglect of the last week or so, the garden is preparing to inspire me to ignore friends, ditch work, slack off rowing and possibly shun sleep for the next few months as we get to the business end of things.

But for now, it was enough to just stand back and admire:

Baby broad beans

Rain soaked curry leaves

Rasberries ripening