I miss the garden patch we used to have in Warkworth. It was an ancient vege garden, with raised beds containing huge clumps of rhubarb and massive overgrown plum trees. The grass around the trees would teem with daffodils in the spring time. There was also a citrus tree that by all accounts was half lemon and half lime. Don’t ask me how. Our first venture was potatoes, and nothing can beat the joy of digging your own potatoes and then boiling them up on Christmas day.  Butter, salt, parsley – perfect. The potatoes were the most successful crop by far, and I loved digging them up with my kids, nieces and nephews. Blissful.