Nothing beats the pleasure of arriving home to a garden that's suddenly sprung to life in two weeks of sunshine after a slow, chilly start to an Irish summer.
Grass in the orchard high enough to tickle the backs of your knees. Apples swelling on branches and fuchsia flowering on the ditches. Opening windows ... leisurely unpacking ... checking the post ... a little watering ... a beer at sunset ... and then the first home-grown salad of the season.
Broad bean tops. German radishes.Young rocket leaves. Baby spinach leaves. Red clover leaves and flower heads. Chive flowers. Rainbow chard leaves. Parsley flowers and chopped parsley stalk. Beetroot leaves. Marjoram buds and flower heads. Chopped chives. Shredded garlic stalks fried in olive oil with black pudding.
Tossed in a bowl with sunflower oil and cider vinegar. And served at the kitchen table with more beer and crispy ciabatta.