Might just as well go gardening, says I to myself.
It does need a good tidying up, says she, reading my mind.
So when I got finished, I smiled with satisfaction and took a selfie with my lovely Winter League hat.
There’s magic in that Winter League. I know because the words are not spelled backwards as I expected for a selfie.
I’m happy. She’s happy. Win win.
2 thoughts on “Garden Therapy”
Sure, it beats (well, maybe it doesn’t) drinking pints in the local!
It does! Yet living dangerously is very exciting at times!