Happy it is, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching it’s daily growth.
J.W. von Goethe (the Sorrows of Werther)
found in The Kitchen Gardener’s Handbook
In spring I can’t help but be so ever thankful for having a bit of earth in which to cultivate some of the food for our table. At the moment we’re truly enjoying fresh green salads topped with whatever edible flowers are blooming and the yellow strawberries that will be bearing all summer long.
The asparagus is almost finished and will be replaced on our plates by those beautiful golden peas I planted a few months ago.
The strawberries are finally in full swing and every evening we’ll be enjoying a bowl of shortcake covered in fresh raw milk from the farm (recipe to come later this week). It’s the perfect late dinner on a hot day!
The peas and strawberries will give way to zucchini, onions, potatoes, and tomatoes as the summer days grow hotter. Then before we know it we’ll be craving warming stews filled with squash and venison and a side of crusty bread in the cold months of winter. I don’t know if I have a favorite season when it comes to eating homegrown goodness, I’m learning to appreciate the different flavors and textures they each bring to the table.
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