This is my favourite time of year, as summer turns to autumn. The air smells sweet still.
I like cosy jumpers, tweed, tartan rugs and mugs of steaming chai. Bring on September!
But I’ll miss the seasonal produce summer brings at the Farmers Market. The strawberries, raspberries, and sweet sugar snap peas. The French beans, which I still call haricots verts. I suppose you can take the girl out of French school, but you can’t take the French school out of the girl.
I think I’ll make a summery soup tomorrow with the haricots and the lovely pineapple mint from Brenda Leddy at Stichill dairies.