"Its that time of year again," the delivery man said as he handed me the box. Not just any box....a garden in a box- easily my favourite thing that comes to my house by post - topping even the scrumptious wool that arrived a few hours after.
But no one, no one, loves those baby plants more than my 3 children. Every day since they arrived, I have heard about how we need to unpack them, who is going to water them, who is going to eat the strawberries and whose favourite vegetable is which (Ellis = carrots, Georgia = spinach, Theo = strawberries).
While there is no doubt the garden will be forgotten in a few months, for now those plants are loved and doted on, watered and talked to...lets just hope its enough love to carry them through the times of neglect, hey?