Our garden is a farm garden. For those not in the know, this means that the farmer NEVER gardens and his wife, yours truly, rarely has the spare time to give it the attention it needs [all on her lonesome]. The result - a partially [and I do mean partially] cultivated field!
I went out to pick some flowers yesterday and realised, pretty quickly, that we have little left in bloom in the garden at this time of year apart from wild flowers. Bad planning, I hear you say! Planning? What planning? I rest my case! I did find enough flowers to create a couple of pretty posies for the house and workshop...
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