Tuesday, December 14
I must admit that I get a kick out of purposely not buying lemons. I love that fact that while I am cooking I can just yell, "lemons!" over my shoulder and Skye scrambles to put her shoes on, grabs a small swagbag and a torch and goes scrumping or lemon-hunting. Ten minutes later she's back, her bag bulging with lemons from nearby trees, leaves sticking out of her hair, bright red cheeks and sparkly eyes. I feel like she is continuing on a family tradition as her Grandad used to go scrumping for apples as a child during the war.
She loves the thrill of it too, especially at night. She's just come in now with four lemons, leaves attached, just in time for dinner.
at 8:29 PM