Summer is late. Lettuce and rocket are growing slowly in the garden, shy yellow zucchini flowers play hide and seek behind the green furry leaves. Tomatoes have just leaves, not even flowers, but if I rub those leaves between my fingers I’m instantly thrown back into the lazy days of a childhood summer, when getting bored was completely admissible.
Temperatures are still mild, sudden rain showers wash the countryside. Everything is behind, green, unripe. If there’s something, though, that is perfectly on time, that is green walnuts….