The first day of spring, though August has been so benign this year it does feel as though we’ve been enjoying spring for several weeks already. No doubt fuelling the delusions of the nutters who want to rename seasons ‘sprummer’ and such like. Sounds more like a German cider than a season. But anyway … thoughts turn to the garden, and planting, but too soon to dig in the pea straw and sow for summer harvesting. That’s for next month. In the meantime just enjoying the weather, the slow slide into summer – a PROPER season name! And marking the arrival of spring by hosting our book group again. No time to think of anything simple and Scottish (our book this time was the immensely readable The Girl on the Landing by Paul Torday), just a question of raiding the supermarket shelves for quick and tasty nibbles. From whence also came a bunch of buttermilk-pale daffs, for a seasonal note in the room. I did, though, brush both sides of some triangles of pitta bread with garlic-infused olive oil and crisp them in the oven, about 15 minutes at 150 C … they went down a treat, and made it look like a less store-bought selection of dips and things. I’m all for deceptive appearances!!