I had promised myself that Sunday would be a gardening day and things started out very well.  I mowed the grass, pulled out all the spent Sweet Williams and generally weeded a large garden bed.

Time for a spot of lunch and then a friend arrived with four large bags of delicious fresh-picked peaches.  Not just any peaches, but the sort that, when you bite into them, the juice runs down your chin.

That was the end of gardening – you have to get your priorities right.  When such beautiful produce lands on your doorstep, it’s time to start preserving.

As they were quite ripe, the obvious choice was to stew then preserve them, then to be at the ready for pies, tarts and crumbles over the months to come.

In the meantime I decided to start off some cultured butter, and soon after found a lonely looking lime in the crisper drawer of the fridge. That, matched to a container of Greek yoghurt, meant I could make a batch of lime infused Labna, perfect I hope for when friends come to visit this week.

So all in all, a fruitful Sunday.  Mind you, there’s still lots of gardening to be done, but as my Nan used to say – along with housework, it will always wait for you….