All that you have is your soul (Tracy Chapman).

Tuesday, 23 August 2005


Between two o' clock and four o'clock this afternoon, I reached a state of perfection in my life.

Let me explain.

I don't know if this idea exists in other countries, but here we have some farms that operate a P.Y.O. (pick your own) system. You turn up at the farm, see what they've got growing, grab some baskets and a trolley and fill them up to your heart's content. You walk back to the shop, pay and go back to your car, laden with filled baskets and carrier bags.

We took the girls to a nearby P.Y.O. farm. There we were, the six of us, enjoying a rare family outing. The sun was out, the kids were not arguing and both Dana and I were in fabulous moods. We walked across fields and hills filling our baskets with fresh strawberries, raspberries, spinach, red and white onions, corn and beetroot.

The wierdest moment was stepping through the onion field. I have to confess that I never knew how onions grew and it seemed really weird just being able to pluck them out of the ground. They looked like mines, lined up in neat rows, with just the tops revealed.

Those two hours were just magical and if that's what life can be, every now and again, it's enough for me. To top it all, we had fresh strawberries, raspberries and cream for dessert.

Perfection indeed.


As always... Rachael said...

I ove fresh food - and yes we have such places here in the states... in the mid-west at least. Good stuff huh?

The Teacher said...

It's funny. The other day when I went fruit picking, I spent more time wondering how I would describe it on the blog, than actually picking the fruit. I think this thing is seriously taking over my life.