Chapter 29As we drive home, Patricia is chattering on and on about how wonderful it is to grow your own crops. She points out how much money we save because of our chickens and our kitchen garden and she's right. I love to listen to her happily making plans for the coming months. For a modern girl, her attitude surprisingly is like that of an old-fashioned housewife.
“Perhaps I should plant some myrtille,” she says. “Everyone loves the berries' mixture of sharpness and sweet and I could use them in pies and jams.”
The rich blue berries are one of my favourites and I'd eat them straight off the bush if we had them.
“We've got that little piece of ground at the side of the house, the soil is always a bit damp, so that should suit them rather well,” she continues.
She's so busy chatting a
