The self sown coriander is lush and lovely. I know it is true but I find it hard to believe even myself that when I first started cooking when I got married that I loathed the scent and taste of coriander. Now I can eat it straight from the garden and the smell of the crushed leaves conjures images of deliciousness and exotic meals in my mind. In fact tonight for dinner we will have a red curry with plenty of fresh coriander just because it tempted me while I was in the garden. I love being inspired by the garden.
Although the winter vegetables seedlings I had in the greenhouse are no more, the turnips planted directly are thriving. They are an oft overlooked vegetable. They aren't trendy or pretty and might seem a bit old fashioned but they are delicious and wholesome. I'm looking forward to turnip soup in particular.
My cotton plants are still producing. I am yet to harvest any cotton but the swollen heads are promising. Patience is required.
I'm feeling so good today that I might even make dessert tonight. It could just be the sugar high from easter egg indulgence. What I am going to do right now is make a new oven mitt and trivett. One for the farm and one for the townhouse.