Take the polytunnel tomatoes, for example. They’ll never win prizes, but I admire their tenacity at surviving the year. I’ve decided to turn it into a sauce and, quite literally, bottle it. (There are so few that it’ll be taking the homeopathic approach to tenacity infusions, but it feels a shame not to do something with them.)
The other things which flourished under my absence, the sunflowers, have come into their own. Everybody else’s are past their best, but I planted mine so late that they’re looking glorious now. This is after today’s rain.