Our first harvest. The small tree,grown from a stone four years ago. Last year it bore us one tiny sample. A tantalising taster. This year it produce two hundred intoxicating sweet delicious fruit. What they cost? Virtually nothing. We pay one Euro tax per year for the land. I don't begrudge it.We salvaged a few windfalls after a gale the other day. The small bowl of gleanings amounted to more peaches than I had ever managed to afford in the U.K. We will bottle some in syrop and likely make a few jars of conserve. We will eat our fill of fresh. We are happy to give away the excess to our needs. There is more to come, two whole trees full that have not reached the peak of their perfection. The promised anti cyclone will ripen them off. You wont find the bouquet or the flavour by rooting around in the skips, our kid. Home's the place we keep the blessing of our austere abundance.Be there or be square. Wish you were here.
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