Slow allotment gardening in the life of a busy family
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
I'd never thought of onions in terms of juice before. The papery brown skins of shop-bought onions are all about storage, about lasting through the winter in a dessicated sort of way. But weeding between the rows this week, down on my hands and knees, I was overwhelmed by the juiciness of onions. Thick, succulent tubular leaves, squeaking against each other as I moved them to reach the weeds. Swelling pearly globes of the onions themselves. Just now they seem more like a fruit than a vegetable.