There are few greater joys than to be perched under ones favourite pear tree, across from the cherry, having just had salad from the beds for lunch, a food coma

There are few greater joys than to be perched under ones favourite pear tree, across from the cherry, having just had salad from the beds for lunch, a food coma settling in, and in the sunshine the bees and bugs flitter and float, while the garden grows green and green. A lawn is a terrible waste of land. In most such plots, let food gardens grow. The work is worth it.