Back in the summer, when it was warm, we were enjoying a few glasses of vino in our summer house when the sunlight caught the patterns on the empty green bottle. Now it is cold, wet and miserable outside and the summer just a shadowy memory.
These are our Alpine Strawberries, grown in tubs and covered to keep the greedy birds away. Much earlier than the main-crop strawberries (though not as early as the forced commercial varieties) they provide a sweet, vanilla tinged taster of summer. We can’t grow enough to fill a bowl but usually eat them straight from the plant. Lovely.