My parents recently went back to basics and began their own vegetable garden again.
The main memory of their old garden some 20 years ago was pillaging the fresh peas from their pods and my Mam going mad at us when there was none for Dads dinner.
The below image is the first harvest of the new garden, some onions, left to dry out a little on an old railway sleeper that defines one of the beds. It just makes me think of how during the celtic tiger we got so far ahead of ourselves that growing your own food was maybe perceived as a bit tight. then came the financial collapse and it became more common for people to save a little if they had the gardens to do it.
I don’t think my parents garden will ever save them any money over buying from a supermarket or greengrocer. But there is something so satisfying about pulling something from the ground, your ground no less, washing it and eating/sharing it that can never have a price.