.....a farmer is crossing the field with a wagon of cabbages, so it must be late August. He slows down his horse just a little as he passes us, then clucks and jerks the reins. The horse starts with a jolt and off roll five heads of cabbage.....That night we dole out several leaves to our dearest friends while everyone else is asleep. They are sweet and crisp. The juice rolls down our throats as we consume them. They are so fresh you can almost taste the earth they come from, and so full of vitamins that our bodies feel immediately revitalised, however momentarily, and that permanent hole that lives in our stomachs is partially filled.