Top’o'the morning, friends and all! I expect you think I have been lazing around all summer, snoozing in a shady corner, or enjoying a spot of warm sun on my back. Well, you would be wrong!
You have, I am sure, heard of the saying ‘green fingered’, meaning someone is a dab hand with plants and stuff in the garden. I represent that little heard of group of ‘green nosed’ gardeners, true experts in the cultivation of all things piggy-saladdy.
Cast your eyes, if you will, across my extensive, packed to bursting veg bed.
Look at this rather fetching leaf I am holding for inspection. You will have to take my word for its scrumptious tastiness!
And here’s my jolly attractive herb garden, of which I am particularly fond . . . I’d better just thin out these seedlings, hold on a moment please.
Oh this parsley stuff, it spreads like mad. I will just shift a few of the excess bunches.
nom, nom, nom, burp!
Hey, daddy! Can you scoop me up now, please? I have finished gardening for today.
There’s just time to show you this flowery bit, although WHY anyone would bother filling their garden with inedibles I do not know. It may look pretty but it seems a waste of space to me!