Harroo !  Harrah !  After a period of extended unintentional cryogenically frozen hibernation the purple sprouters are out.  Only a bit late.  Everyone shook their heads and said they wouldn’t come after the winter we’ve had.  Pull them up they said and make space for something else.  Mais non !  Tonight we feast on the little florets of homegrown joy.  Also the abandoned rhubarb has fought on.  This vegetable virgin is well chuffed.