our garden and more of the sweet peas
I say our garden, but to be honest, its my garden. R is deeply not into flowers. This is the man who didn’t notice a church full of flowers on Easter day. Mind you, for a man with no interest in such things, he takes great interest on my behalf, and always takes time to listen to my ramblings about plants.
which is why I pay attention when he talks about selling TV’s.
The garden looks lovely at the moment:
Our street is named after an Italian town, and although the back yard is hardly an Italian garden, and it doesn’t really have that much sun… I’m going to sit on the step and eat my pasta lunch all the same 🙂