gardener

It’s that time of year when we get the privilege of keeping an eye on Janet’s garden. Whilst I watered and deadheaded, Eve ran around like a Spring lamb and chatted to the plants (which is one of our allotted tasks).

Gratefuls:

1. Trevor appearing for a cuppa just as I arrived home;
2. A family of starlings arriving to feed in the garden - they were fluffy so I guess young?
3. Chatty Eve.