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Digging for Treasure.
Well there’ll definitely have to be treasure after digging a hole that big in the garden, Bonnie.
Or maybe she’s being kind and digging a huge hole for me to hide in after the rubbish day I’ve had.
Like this:
Pots.
The littlest of fingers sow the littlest of seeds.
Let’s see what we get this year.
Like this:
Beans, rain and money.
So glad I planted veg this year, saving me a lot of money on food.
We fight over who’s going out to pick what for tea, have a sneaky munch up the garden on a French bean or five…
Like this:
Tea Break.
I think my favourite place to drink my cuppa is on our old bench at the bottom of the garden.
It’s just in front of the chicken run which is surrounded by chives, rosemary bushes and lots of humming bees.
Lush.
Like this:
Flowers in the Garden.
Of course, go and pick a flower Evie, just leave a few for the bees…
Like this:
Digging for victory…
…for some vegetables, for treasure, for the sheer hell of it. Let’s hope we have some survivors.
Tiddle, taddle, toddle.
Gruff’s not quite walking yet. He’s taking steps here and there but not quite the toddler just yet.
At eighteen months he’s another late walker in our family but it’s not long before I say goodbye to the baby phase forever.
