Stories from my Sketchbook . . . .
Last weekend I thought it about time I got out into the garden and did a little ‘maintenance’ (other than just the usual mowing of the lawns and sweeping up of the debris of the last storm kind of maintenance) . . .
It wasn’t long before I had begun to wish I had just been content to do the sweeping. It seems my back garden is a virtual cornucopia of ‘plants whose virtues have not yet been discovered’ . . .
Methinks I might perhaps be out there ‘maintaining’ again next weekend.
Sigh.
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 