It makes a change from sheds

My love of sheds knows no bounds, but I like gardens and flowers, and yesterday I dug up very first of my spuds. Very fine they are too. This morning the wind has dropped and the garden sits still, previous days felt like a storm was brewing with swirly gusts blowing the trees and everything else about in a bit of a strop. Calm is the keyword for today. Cucumbers are repotted and a frame ready to take them skywards, just hope they like whisky and that they haven’t had too much. A recent acquisition of an old whisky barrel … Continue reading It makes a change from sheds