For the first twelve months they are just plain old spring onions, a vegetable you head out automatically for when something fresh and bright is required on the plate, but give them another twelve months or so and they become these tall, graceful beauties. Gardening has taught me lessons I did not even know I needed to learn, has offered a deeper connection to, well, to life, I suppose. I often leave plants to live their full cycle now, allowing things to just be rather than rushing to use up every food plant we grow. All too easy to go mad. What's the rush, I tell myself, what lesson will I learn by simply looking?
It's cooler today, and we had enough rain yesterday to make the garden well again. Silence fell upon the hill as the rain poured down. Even the grass parrots waited until it passed before exploding into chatter and song. A reprieve for us all.