We are blessed to have a large garden .
As I was growing up I watched my dad caring for his hens, digging up much of the garden of our family home, turning compost, rotivating the soil, rotating crops and such like.
I never helped dad in the garden , or at least I don't remember. I do have memories of eating yummy sweet tomatoes and crisp onions that he had pickled.
Who would think now id be trading seeds and asking for advice and enjoying the whole process so very much.
I ADORE IT.
I love to let out my hens in the morning, I hear them clucking impatiently when they hear me unbolting the gate of there enclosure. As I go inside and open the sliding door of the coop they practically leap over each other in the bid to be the first one out.
I love to unzip and roll up the door of my little plastic green house. To step in to that little space of warmth and look upon the seedlings and plants.
This sign is very apt . It was given to me as a mothers day gift from Jasmine