Eggs from the chickens and the last of this year’s tomatoes. Its such a pleasure to eat food I’ve produced myself. The tomatoes taste so much more tomato-ier, and sweeter. The eggs, they dont taste much different but its nice knowing that the chickens they came from are just outside, happy and content pottering about the garden. Look, there they are, eating the remains of last night’s pizza. Havent they got it good?
The tomato crop was small again this year. Once again, I repotted them too late and the tomatoes didnt appear till very late summer. I have big plans for next year. The first of the raised beds has been constructed (thanks to my Mum’s partner) and I’m hoping to grow a lot more with the proper space to do so.