Good evening. Well, I suppose it’s almost good morning. Why am I working into the night, you ask? It’s not the first time, you know, but it is for love. LOVE, I tell thee. Mind you, not the sort that knocks me over for The Husband or the type that engulfs me in sweetness for my little ones, but the kind of feeling like the one I got tonight: when I’m kneeling in the rain, water dripping down the back of my collar, hands blackened and damp with soil, pricking out beetroot seedlings, propping up wonky onions, and planting kale. All the while a rainbow arching over me as the night draws in. I love growing vegetables.

I’ve been growing food properly for the first time this year, in the Secret Garden at The Mother-in-Law’s. Tucked behind her garden and through an old wooden blue door, there sits my little bit of heaven: two beds – separated by a row of red currant bushes and watched by an audience of ancient apple trees – lined with vegetables bursting forth into the air. Sadly, I’m not too sure how much more bursting forth they’ll be doing given the ever-growing shadows of the neighbour’s two menacing sycamores that are bushing up more each day. The Mother-in-Law did warn me but will us daughter-in-laws ever listen? Nope. Still, it’s been beautiful to watch nevertheless.

Anyway, this love for growing things has got me involved in a venture over the road. ‘Let My People Grow‘ is a community garden project that I am co-managing with some lovely people in the grounds of Bristol’s oldest synagogue, located in the centre of the city. It’s a brilliant concept and has so many wonderful people behind it, and I thought you’d like to know a little more. The blog (written by yours truly) is stocked full of food-, family- and garden-related bits, so I’m sure you’ll find it of interest. Why not have a butcher’s http://letmypeoplegrow.tumblr.com/

In other news, elderflower is being served three ways… watch this floral space.

Bonne nuit x