Isn't it wonderful at last that the new season's vegetables are coming into the markets? I am no longer interested in the tired old parsnips, carrots, potatoes and red cabbages which have turned up week after week and now look rather sad.
Today - a damp, misty day with fine rain falling - heralded the advent of asparagus, Majorcan and early Jersey potatoes, tender stem broccoli which looked as though it had been picked this morning it was so fresh (we had some for lunch with steak and ale pie and it was every bit as good as it looked), and the new season's oranges. I love these navel oranges, always a bit of a nuisance to peel but well worth the effort as they taste so new and delicious.
Anyone who has ever been to a country where oranges grow (Morocco for example) will know that the taste they give out when they are first picked bears no relation to the taste when they arrive here after their journey. But these in the photograph almost did - two have gone already - full of juice and as sweet as honey.