Since there’s nary a green finger between us – I’m hoping they’ll grow when we turn our hands to gardening our own land – our best “gardening” is enjoyed in other ways. With wool, and cotton, and needles, and hooks, and books, and bikes, and tools, and paper, and pencils, and good food, and lovely company.
So, when a magnificent spring day burst forth, that’s just what we did :-)
Out we went, soaking up that sun and warmth.
And when, at last, the air cooled and the sun dropped, we celebrated the day and the lovely “gardening” we ...