I'd forgotten how good it feels to do something ordinary. Just sitting in the garden, de-stalking gooseberries. No painting, decorating, running to the DIY shop, running around the countryside looking at houses. Just sitting still, chopping, thinking of jam.
I'm leaving the redcurrants on the bush this year. I dont particularly like eating them, and they look ever so pretty out there. Feels like a waste, but beauty is a yield too, right?
Distracting myself from house-buying conundrums by picking gooseberries. I've been quite occupied these last few weeks and sadly missed the raspberries, which have shrivelled up or been eaten by the birds. Lost some gooseberries too, but there are plenty still left for jam.