In the Garden

As per every Sunday we bundled into the car and down to road to my parents' house, my childhood home. The girls love going as they are spoilt rotten and we are all treated to a lovely traditional Sunday roast. Today we arrived to the smell of freshly cut grass.

We don't have a garden sadly, though I'd kill for one. I want my very own vegetable patch and, of course, somewhere lovely for the girls to be children and play outdoors. For now though, they can enjoy the same space I used to run around in as a child.