One morning I woke up to find two beautiful lemons sitting on the kitchen counter. The Italian had been home to Bari over the weekend and as a surprise he had picked lemons from his garden and brought them home on the plane for me.
Another Monday, another flower show. Hampton Court Flower Show could’ve been a disaster as the rain looked like it was just waiting to pour down, but we managed to stay dry. Miss C admittedly got some mud up her legs, but what can you do when there’s soil everywhere?
I much preferred Hampton Court from Chelsea Flower Show. The installations were more interesting and had a whole different agenda, sometimes even political.