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Tuesday September 20th 2011    Tim Candler

    I'll call it Turnip weather.  A person needs his long trousers, his heavy shirt and the sort of footwear that can protect his toes from mud, drizzle and the odd puddle.  It is like springtime in repose.  Insect populations have peaked, wasps are slow and therefore more dangerous, and the seeds of cooler crops are in the ground awaiting their future with what I hope is enthusiasm.   

     Last February I ate Turnips straight from the Vegetable Garden.  Some of these Turnips were still frozen when they reached the kitchen sink.  They defrosted well, crunched nicely, and I thought of them as fresh vegetables.  And this was probably stretching imagination, because I believe to be truly fresh a something has to be actively growing.

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