Marrigols,Calandula And A Shy Fox
Where do I even start this week. We've had a beetroot gathering, a flower border showing off like it's auditioning for something, a committee mystery that solved itself overnight without a single soul owning up to it, and — I promise I'm not embellishing for effect — a fox sat there watching us drink our tea like he'd been sent an invite and RSVP'd yes. It's been a few days, ladies and gentlemen. Sit down, get a brew, and brace yourself. Iris and the Great Beetroot Reveal Thursday morning, we were all up the plot early before the sun got to high, which is so rare an event I nearly rang the local paper. Normally I'm the one up at silly o'clock while everyone else is tucked up enjoying a lie-in like sensible human beings. Iris had been lurking around the beetroot for days, lifting the leaves and having a nosy underneath like she was checking on a cake that wasn't quite ready to come out of the oven. And Thursday, bless her cotton socks, she stru...
