The garden is keeping me from reading a lot

When I inherited a garden from my father I wanted it to bloom the next summer as a reminder of him because people wrote on their condolences cards that they so liked his flowers. 

Every week or so one of the plants he planted starts to flower and it feels like he is sending my poseys from heaven.

I enlarged the vegetable plot and bought myself four wee chickens.

The downsize is that it is a lot of work so I spend less time reading. But I guess all the exercise is well for the body and mind. I turned a golden brown and my hair from chestnut to honey.