With said spring, I ventured to a heaving Columbia Road to meet Jive Chum for some flower purchasing
I grew up on the edge of a forest, and my parents have a beautiful garden
My garden, however ...
is ... a box ... with dead flowers. They used to be luscious green and floral white. But now, brown.
Time for a change I thought ...
so much better
can't wait to watch them grow,
that's a process full of hope non?