With each afternoon walk, a little something new is gathered and each fossick of the garden brings a bounty of sweet delights.
Nestled upon bookshelves, preserved in vases, gifts from mother nature are thoughtfully treasured.
He lovingly calls me the lavender thief.
And who could resist just a delicate sprig or two from a happy garden hedge.
As Spring unfurls her delicate petals, each new day is a paintbox of perfumed magic.