Spring has always been my least favourite season of the year. Both H. and I have horrible hay fever and when the pollen count is high, we’re both often too afraid to go outside in fear of a sneezing, itching fit. The only time when we can breathe easy is during the morning so we spent some time this past Sunday in our garden basking in the warmth of the sun.
Unlike me, H. is quite the gardener – during the last two years since we’ve bought our small home, he’s grown several vegetable and herb patches to mounting success. After wondering all winter whether or not his latest garden endeavour of peas and beans will grow, this Sunday morning allowed him to reap the rewards of what he has sown.
Above: The rewards of what H. has sown – peas in a pod!
There is something very satisfying about growing and eating vegetables from your own garden. With dedication and patience, H. has taught me to appreciate the hardship of growing food but to also celebrate the joy in a harvest. More importantly, I started to realise that gardening and in fact, life itself becomes a story about the journey and not the destination – each little moment counts!
Though our first harvest was meagre, its early days yet and I’m already looking forward to what will grow next – hopefully it’s the carrots!





