I loved being able to grow stuff when we still lived in the house. Didn’t matter if it smelled good or tasted good, there was this innate pleasure making something blossom from nothing. Those lovely hyacinths were grown this winter…
I loved being able to grow stuff when we still lived in the house. Didn’t matter if it smelled good or tasted good, there was this innate pleasure making something blossom from nothing. Those lovely hyacinths were grown this winter…