The object of my affection

By on Mar 27, 2017 in Blog Posts, Harvest, Harvesting | 1 comment

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Wookiee remains on the stoep. His tail sweeps left and right. Left and right. His front paws stamp out a two-step and he whines across to me - not a cars-length away. He wants to come to the garden but the dew laden lawn presents an impenetrable barrier.

Wookiee on a day with less dew.

I pull up the bird netting, ready to duck under and into the bed of basil. A thousand tiny white flowers confetti around my mud smudged boots.

"Been away too long." I mutter. The leaves that had juicily promised the taste of Italian summers are leathery. I pick a leaf and rub it between my fingers. The savoury, liquorice scent from a few weeks ago has become somehow darker. Rancid. I reach for my barrow: a fancy, plastic-moulded affair. It's badly designed so that it tips over unless perfectly balanced. I drag it closer behind me.

I reach for a basil plant and then another. Each woody stem supports a bush so with a few tugs I can strip out all the plants and shove them into the waiting receptacle.

Summer has ended and autumn is ready to begin.

Juicy basil from earlier in the season.

1 Comment

  1. Gus Silber

    27th March 2017

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    A lovely turn-of-the-season piece, Penny! You make me want to garden.


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