A picture of some of this years crop of peas from the garden veggie patches:
There's something indefinably satisfying about growing your own food. It's perhaps because I'm from a family of market gardeners (though there's little chance of me replicating the orchards of my youth here on windy island). Or perhaps it's good to put something small in the ground, forget about it for a while, then come back to find its (a) got bigger and (b) is now edible. Or some kind of DNA "hunter gatherer" gene kicking in. "Me gardener."