The Farm Table
"It’s a hopeful feeling that has been building for a while as the first pearly white snowdrops began to appear in the shivering silver grass. Lulle by warmer days, bees emerge from months of hibernation, clearing out their hive and humming with delight in the sun. Blossom froths in the hedgerows
as birds sing loudly among the thorns, territorially establishing their nesting sites by the strength of their song. The short winter grass turns an electric shade of green, skeletal trees thicken with buds and, best of all, it ends with fields full of lambs loudly calling for their mothers as kid goats skip and prance among the flowers." - Julius Roberts
Extract from
The Farm Table
Published by
Penguin Books
"It’s a hopeful feeling that has been building for a while as the first pearly white snowdrops began to appear in the shivering silver grass. Lulle by warmer days, bees emerge from months of hibernation, clearing out their hive and humming with delight in the sun. Blossom froths in the hedgerows
as birds sing loudly among the thorns, territorially establishing their nesting sites by the strength of their song. The short winter grass turns an electric shade of green, skeletal trees thicken with buds and, best of all, it ends with fields full of lambs loudly calling for their mothers as kid goats skip and prance among the flowers." - Julius Roberts
Extract from
The Farm Table
Published by
Penguin Books
