Homemade rhubarb

There are, very occasionally, Sundays without the allotment but hardly ever Sundays without gardening.

Cold water dip in the morning. 

Sorting out the containers in our front yard at lunchtime (Tête-à-tête daffodils, white cyclamens, white muscari).

Walk around Dorchester-on-Thames in the afternoon, where I picked this jar of homemade rhubarb jam outside an allotment for our late afternoon crumpets and tea. Yum.