Green fingers

After dropping HH off at the club this morning I stopped in at a small market garden (grand name for something so tiny) and bought a few plants from Sr. Antenor . He also threw in a few clumps of lobelia, which he says seeds itself all over the place. I’m delighted, as it reminds me of my mother and I was very excited to find it growing in the wild a while back. One of the few things that survived when his place was washed away in January 2011 was the oxen yoke and the wooden dishes he found to hang on it, which I bought to hang in our porch (extra photo)