Monday 27th September
Day 159
On the way to our anniversary lunch we call in to visit a dear friend who we haven’t seen for a long time. All summer I’ve been meaning to take her a jar of my strawberry jam. Several years ago she gave us our first strawberry plants which reproduce themselves over and over again in their long trailing suckers at the allotment. This time I tuck in a jar of Victoria plum jam as well.
When we are leaving she hands me two bottles of her own - glistening dark chutneys - Pear and Walnut, Tomato and Courgette speckled with mustard seeds. We exchange hugs and our missed summer months - sun and hot fruits captured in glass jars - extending our friendship into the winter.
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