Today I turn 42.
42, if you’re a Douglas Adams fan, is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. And you know what, I think he’s right.
Oh I do so love autumn. Crisp fallen leaves, foggy mornings, ankle boots and a pocket full of conkers. If I were a season (a la Grease 2 – anyone else love that movie?) I would most definitely be Fall.
More than anything else I love the colours of autumn. Those vibrant reds, chestnut browns, dusky pinks and who can forget the intense orange of a freshly picked pumpkin. Just delicious!
Now I am the most passionate of plotters but even I draw the line at gardening in the rain. I’m not talking about the occasional shower or even a bit of mizzle. No I’m talking about the torrential downpours that have been a feature here in Fleet over the past month.
Today I’m sharing five of my favourite books about growing your own vegetables, whether it’s in a window box or a raised bed in the garden, and cooking what you’ve grown.
Each of the books below I’ve read from cover to cover and back again. They’re dog-eared and have hastily scribbled notes in the margins. They are the cream of the crop (pardon the pun!) of veggie books.
Bubs is never happier than when she’s doing her own thing, her own way. She finds excitement and joy in even the most mundane of tasks – asking to brush her teeth a dozen times a day because it’s So. Much. Fun! And then there’s the non-stop stream of consciousness. She is never ever quiet. Or still.