It really isn't much either. Maybe two meters times one and a half. Maybe.
But I love it, love it, love it!
I know the time I get to have it is limited, since it belongs to a proprietor I don't live with, and as soon as somebody there wants it I'm out. But I am going to cherish every moment I get to shove my fingers into the earth, digging, weeding, planting, harvesting.
Or just taking a quick peek at how things are going when I pass by. Which I do several times a day.
Lovely strawberries in the making.
Tiny blue bells in the middle of something I don't know what it is. Excited to find out!
Another mystery that has come to life again since I disposed of the weedcarpet year.
A very thin and a bit lopsided gentleman that I hope will give me beens.
I know it's a flower... I hope it is brightly coloured!
My grandmother had truly green fingers (do you say that in english? It means she was fabulous with plants). I hope that inheritance will come alive in me as well. So far I think the colour that best describes my fingers in this area is black, haha! Rare are the plants to have survived my love :).
Love!
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