Welcome Home

For quite some time now, I have quietly suspected that the garden secretly enjoys toying with my emotions.

The underground growing of parsnips, mulberries appearing out of season on a teeny tiny tree, I honestly believe the garden likes to keep me on my toes.

So while we were away on our fabulously wonderful holiday, I did of course spare a few thoughts to what might be taking place in the garden, but I wasn't exactly worried that produce would be falling ripe off the vines.

However upon arriving home, I find this large, perfectly formed, shiny eggplant. So large in fact that it was not only touching, but actually reclining on the ground, with its little branch bent almost in half under the heavy weight.

Now seeing as producing an eggplant larger than a bantam egg has so far proven elusive to me, I must wonder what message the garden is trying to send to me.

Is it, "Look what we can do when you're not around to interfere"?

Or, "Welcome back, we missed you, please don't ever leave us again, we can't shake you a cocktail so here's a gift"?

Although in complete ignorance of the garden's grand plan, I am choosing to take the appearance of the much prized eggplant as a mini cocktail offer.

Hello again everyone, I missed you all very muchly :)