We are lucky in that the small village we now live in is full of avid amateur gardeners. Something myself and Luke are gradually aspiring to. Every Wednesday they meet at a local spot to socialise and trade their garden vegetables, herb seedlings, eggs, and freshly cut flowers. A large bucket of bright lights spinach took up most of the table space today, so I grabbed myself a bunch. Strawberry seedlings also went into my basket.
We had arrived quite early and I was sad to see no broad beans. One of the sellers must have seen the disappointment on my face. ”Don’t worry,” she said. ” The Rastafarians should arrive soon, and they always have broad beans.” No other shopping experience compares.