Friday

I am grateful for my funny little pokey garden. When I moved here, from a big country block, I hated living here. I felt opressed and boxed in, then we made a garden and it grew and it keeps on growing. It makes me feel almost home. I discovered that I love buying poo and shovelling grass clippings. I love that Tess can dig in the ground looking for baby potatoes and let worms wriggle through her fingers.
I am grateful for seeds, once planted, growing.