During our last instalment, we ate steak, my children pretended to run a restaurant, and my garden grew.
Not a lot has changed. My garden is growing like. . . like something. Weeds? Wildfire? Hotcakes? Who can say? All the stuff that was supposed to come up, came up. I’d had serious doubts about the chinese lanterns and the moonflowers,
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