growing...

My grandfather was an amazing gardener and farmer. As were my husband's grandparents. His father has now retired from a paying job and spends his days growing the most delectable and abundant supply of fruit and vegetables in the south of France.
Unfortunately, the green thumb has by-passed us both (fingers crossed it will turn up in the poppet). Still, we're summoning the collective ancestral knowledge and instinct and trying to create a little green haven on our small inner city balcony. Ce n'est pas facile. Mais... we're getting there. A pallet box raised garden bed has been created, old pots have been found and resurrected, seeds have been sown and every morning the poppet and I are out there watering, weeding, willing them on. And what do you know... the darn little things are growing.