the constant gardener

She's been in and out more often than the world record holder for the hokey cokey.

Now that we don't actually have a 'garden' (i.e. - large patch of dirt and grass and numerous dead flowers) anymore, Anniemay has decided to take on the mantle of Gertrude Jekyll and garden (the verb).  

So she's traipsing in and out with flower pots (sizes various) and potting compost in the expectation that her free seedlings will provide for us and we'll never have to buy peppers again.  

Ever resourceful, she's fashioned a dibber out of a chopstick and the kitchen windowsill has become her potting bench.

An unexpected consequence of lockdown.  And why not.