I look out at the abundant harvest waiting in the garden: French beans, courgettes, carrots, beetroot, and more.
I walk to the freezer drawer and take out fish fingers, frozen peas, frozen sweetcorn, and frozen bread (home made, but not by me).
Some days we can’t even look up at our ideals, let alone reach for them.
And that’s ok. Tomorrow is another day.
Besides, nobody complains about fish fingers with the same ferocity as they complain about beetroot.