And just like magic – bed number thirty appeared.
It was such a lovely spring day, and the birds were singing, the lambs were growing visibly with each feed, the sky was blue and all was right in the garden. So still without my list I wandered about aimlessly wondering what to do.  And then I remember my yams – Oca or oxalis tuberosa to be precise. I had set them aside to chit … Continue reading And just like magic – bed number thirty appeared.
