A slice of heaven

Two baby onions still muddy from the ground.
A handful of small pea and broad bean pods crisp from the parent plants.
The first ripe tomato from the greenhouse.
A pair of tiny carrots so small it is almost sinful to eat them.
One stripling of a courgette barely bloomed.

Sauteed in butter with a dash of mint picked still damp from the shady back of the garden, wrapped in flat bread.

Heaven is a promise of goodness yet to come. There is something about picking the very first produce that you have sewn, planted out, watered, staked, weeded and cherished this year. If you've never tried it I recommend it. Start with a single tomato plant.

But I must learn to make flat bread.