Banana skins actually. And coffee grounds…
It more than just occasionally feels as if the act of gardening amounts to not much more than shifting a lot of dirt around.
That’s entirely wishful thinking on my husband’s part! In truth, gardening is the best therapy in the world. For me, at least.
Beyond the opening rhyme of this blog, the collection of poems which closely followed took a decidedly melancholic turn before finally chilling out with a veggie lunch.