What better way to spend the glorious sunny days than on the balcony with a coffee, a good book, one Boy, a homemade tent and a few seeds and bags of compost?
I’ve had my seeds for this year sitting on the side in the kitchen for a few weeks now, and have been waiting for some really good weather (and some free time) to spend a morning sowing and watering – in a previous post I talked about last years sad attempts to grow a ridiculous amount of vegetables in a teeny tiny, barely lit space. The whole thing was a massive Fail, with a capital F, so this year I’m concentrating on a few herbs and some lovely flowers, and not a lot else. Maybe some tomatoes. Maybe. I love that the Boy is now old enough to help with the planting without a) eating the compost and b) throwing the seeds around haphazardly. He’s not quite old enough to understand the whole growing process, but I’m hoping that by the time he’s watered, and monitored, and picked and thinned with me, he’ll have some sort of realisation of what exactly is going on. And if he doesn’t, we will have had a rather marvelous time in the sunshine together – what better way to spend an afternoon or two?