Only yesterday, that hunger triggered a three hour frenzy, digging over the green manure beds and generally preparing the veg patch for Spring. It also inspired the singular kind of madness known as talking to trees. Asking the apple buds if this year, their fourth since being planted, might just be the year, and begging them not to flower while there's still a threat of frost.
And at risk of sounding excessively crunchy, I admit to evangelising about veg patches being the best way to encourage a child's hunger for greens. The Boss, who like most of her ilk has never willingly eaten a salad leaf, has declared her sprouting micro cabbage leaves (sown on some damp kitchen roll and ready 10 days later) to be delicious. (Authoritative proof, sample size one.)
Luckily, that kind of physical exertion also makes me hungry, giving me an excuse to sit in the sun with a cup of tea and some Mothers' Day chocolates. Happy weekend!