Friday, 19 July 2013

Deadheading delight

There is something very relaxing about deadheading, something I am quite able to loose myself in, pottering around the garden, snip snip here and there.

I have visions of living in another era, wearing a floaty dress and a big floppy hat whilst the sound of cricket or croquet is played in the distance, jugs of Pimms clinking on the terrace.


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