It’s funny how this growing your own food malarky changes your appreciation for certain things. Mostly to do with the senses, I think.
Taste, is of course, pretty much the whole point.
I always love the smell of the greenhouse, compost tomatoes etc, and himself says my perfume is ‘eau de tomato’ as I have usually done a little side shooting in passing, or started to wind the tomatoes horizontally along the strings to get a few more trusses of fruit out of them.
On sounds, well with the hot weather, open windows, I am very aware of our cockerel telling the world about himself. The run is some distance from our house, but I can hear him from 6 am, when we let them out. And if we can hear him, so can all our neighbours. I don’t mind the sound of a cockerel crowing,. certainly nicer than the distant road, but I hope everyone else feels the same.. Other sounds, among my favourites, are the squeaky sound of a nice hard cabbage, and the popping of a pea pod, snuck and scoffed in the veg patch.
But the best sound at the moment is the rain drumming down. Very civilised, sunny during the day, rain at night.
You’ve had more rain ? !!
I like the smell of the warm earth as it rains and how you can almost hear the ground give a sigh of relief.
I also associate sounds with seasons – the cuckoo in Spring, a dove cooing in Summer and crows cawing in Autumn etc.