My hearts bangin' in my chest and I'm drooIing at the mouth. I'm getting heart palpitations at all the plants yelling out to be eaten this month.
What a gloriously gratifying month April is.
Fruit's dripping off the trees, and our senses are hammered with the overflowing flavours of our labour.
The dehydrator is at full whack and I am eternally thank-full for my fruit flies who know what to do with the produce that hangs out waiting to be stored for the winter months.
They guzzle it fresh.
Feijoa juice clings to salty skin, figs tossed down whole. Pears, zuchinis, tomatoes, sapote and apples have little chance to be hangin' out together in storeage.
Bellys rubbed, jiggled and juggled to squeeze in a wee bit more. Tanks topped up for nut foraging expeditions, my four year old's turned squirrel as she disappears into the trees and buries her treasure for another day.
