Even after almost five years of living in New Zealand I am still disoriented when it comes to seasons. In England the biggest sign of summer is start of June, Wimbledon and strawberries. But here we are towards the end of November and I can’t shake off the thought that is time for buttoning up the big coats and hunkering down in front of the fire. Instead I’m digging out the shorts, restocking with sun screen and yearning for salads instead of soups.
I thought if I planted strawberries in the kitchen garden it would be another important signal that summer is on it’s way. It wasn’t until those berries started to peak through the pea straw that I believed it was possible. That and the fact the days are longer and the sun shines brighter. It’s my kind of weather. My favourite time of year.