In the city, I miss out on this experience which is a pity. He also didn’t mind me sitting there in the grass, stuffing my mouth with one handful of these red berries after the other. Luckily, the owner planted the bushes so close to my granny’s garden that they grew through the fence. The branches were so packed with berries that the bushes looked bright red at one point in early summer, sprinkled with a few green dots from the leaves. One of her neighbors used to grow red currants on little bushes, every year they were gifted with luscious produce.
My granny Lisa’s garden used to put me in the same mood, set in the north of Europe it offered a completely different scene. Lined with dark fir trees on one side and the most beautiful cherry tree on the other, where I used to sit on a swing after I picked its sweet fruits right from the branches. The honey sweet juices dripped of our fingers and we could only smile, overwhelmed by such peace, it felt like the Garden of Eden. At one point we couldn’t stop ourselves picking a few of the giant berries and ripe figs bursting in the hot afternoon sun. We strolled along a little stream lined with mulberry bushes, fig and pomegranate trees. A couple years ago, I went for a walk through Buskett Garden nearby Dingli in Malta with my boyfriend and his mother. To eat fruits right from a bush or tree is one of the most satisfying culinary experiences I know.
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