Potato

It was a warm evening so I spent a few hours in the garden. Mowing lawns, weeding the herb patch, admiring the light through the potatoes and rhubarb, swearing at a slug that had devoured the top off a carrot, stroking the pea pods and feeling the small peas starting to swell inside, getting excited at the dozens of strawberries starting to blush, just generally pottering.
I must be getting middle aged, I loved it.