Monday, 12 June 2017
Back in the olden days when people used to buy newspapers, we used to buy a newspaper on a Saturday, lounge around with cups of coffee and read from cover to cover. We don't buy a newspaper all that often any more, but it's still enjoyable when we do. I have kept one article for nearly a decade, because it described dream garden. When I tore the pages out we didn't even have a garden, but I thought one day maybe we might.
This is it, a lovely big mix of plants to look out at and spend time in.
The gravel and the pots were right up my street then, and they are right up my street now.
I don't really need to keep these pictures as they are locked into my memory, but there they were in with the magazines I sorted out when I moved my cookbooks. I love our daft little treasures.