In the Garden

I have fond memories of growing up on the farm and picking fruit with my family.

Our garden always had lots of fruit trees and it was a mad rush to pick the fruit in time before the birds ate them or before they would fall and rot on the ground.

Then the kitchen would be busy with jam making and preserving fruit in jars.

We were encouraged to eat a piece of fruit either to the stone, or an apple right to its core. Bruised and blemished parts were carefully removed but nothing was ever wasted.

Songs were sung, stories were told and there was a lot of laughter which made the task at hand feel so much more lighter and fun. 

I hold onto these precious memories from my childhood and they often inspire my stories and my illustrations.