Some of you may remember my mid-summer post on foraging for herbs in my mother’s herb garden. Well, with all the exciting stuff going on at Creamery HQ it’s taken me most of the summer to get back there, and maybe it was emphasized by the time of day (early evening), but it definitely feels like the season has shifted. The basil’s all gone to seed, the wild strawberries are long gone and the raspberries pretty mush finished, the roses are in their last flush, and everything looks a bit leggy and wild as the summer draws to a close. We gathered the last of the fennel blossoms, lots of flowering verbena, limes by the basketful, and armfuls of Jerusalem artichoke flowers to decorate the office. The new season’s naartjies are still small and hard on the trees, an intense Chinese-jade green, but promise a bumper harvest in a couple months’ time .It was utter bliss, wandering around with our secateurs and eating a cherry tomato here, picking a perfect rose there. And hard, even with all my booty in the car, to head back to Cape Town with the setting sun.
