When I was young, I learnt how to 'garden' and how to treasure the peace and calm that 'simply potting about in wellies' brought me. As I age, it is a finely honed skill that cocoons my waking hours. Not that it is easy at the moment, for I am developing a veggie patch, an area of raised garden beds at the front of our new house, which is not only practical, but also sustainable, AND beautiful. I envisage myself, as the next Spring unfolds in the southern hemisphere, sipping a cold chardonnay beneath a pergola, over which tendrils of passionfruit vine hestitantly twine. Enough of the dreaming ... lift that spade, and thrust that fork, woman!
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