After a light bite to eat I sat in the garden reading my newest gardening book...And I came to the conclusion that gardening is like any other creative project...riddled with hard work, some failure, some success but most of all satisfaction.
The thing is when I read anything, be it cookery books or gardening books I always end up doing something daft like spending money on patty tins or shrubs. But oh the joy, the almost childlike joy of seeing something, whether it's a plant or pie, sitting on the table or gracing the garden step.
Talking of pies...I watched a fantastic programme on BBC4 called "If Walls Could Talk. Presented by the wild and lovely Lucy Worsley.
I'm sad to say I missed a couple of episodes but made sure I recorded the 'kitchen' one. I was entranced by it, by the way Miss Worsley presented it, bringing to life kitchen life since medieval times right up to now!
With her slightly wacko wit and fabulous clothes she entertained and informed and I loved both the programme and her.
What a gem.
It's true that the kitchen is the heart of the home, and if I were to give MY kitchen a medical I'd say it's in fair nick for it's age, has the ability to put people at their ease, and instils in me, a lady advanced in years, a feeling of hard romantic liaisons... mostly with the old grater.
www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-12483492
