Dinner eaten in the garden twice in a week – it’s March. I know, I know, everyone is eating ice cream. The flip flops have been dug out along with the sleeveless tops and sun screen. All kinds of records have been broken. And we’re loving it.
Back in the real world, the plants and trees remind us where we’re really at. Spring, the first shoots on a silver birch, and daffs baking in mid day heat.
And flowers for a gentleman who liked his garden.
Tomorow is another day and brings olive trees, hydrangeas, daisies and mini yellow chickens on springs.
