Summer is on my window ledge. The scent of sweet peas permeates the kitchen. They sit in a jug on the windowsill in all their purple and pink freshness. I collected son 2 from his volunteer conservation work yesterday and he handed me a bunch grown in their garden, wet tissue paper round the stems. An unexpected gift. He has no money so these little gifts are all the more special. A few weeks ago it was lettuce and radishes.
When your children are little and their gifts are a crayoned drawing or a bunch of dandelions they fill up your heart. So I find do sweet peas and salad.
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