Today you went with Daddy to visit an old neighbour of ours, Albert. He's 95 years old, in fact he Informed Daddy he's actually 95 and a 1/2!
He's a fantastic gardener and his garden is full of prize winning vegetables, which as you can imagine he's very proud to show off to anyone who's interested. And interested your Daddy is, due to his vegetable patch plans of his own (although mummy is not quite as keen on this idea!)
Potatoes, tomatoes, beetroot, carrots, to name but a few, in their dozens and far more than Albert could ever eat by himself. Peter Rabbit would have a very full tummy if he ever visited Alberts garden. When we used to live 2 doors down, I'd often come home to find a bag of beautiful ripe tomatoes hanging on the back door! You can't get any more organic than that.
Obviously, Daddy must have been very enthusiastic about the vegetables, as he came home brandishing this beetroot, and a whole list of instructions on how to pickle it to perfection. It's a good job I'm quite partial to beetroot, as this one may last quite a while.
95 and a 1/2 is a ripe old age. I wonder whether it's the "looking forward in the seasons" habit of a gardener, that keeps Albert so sprightly. Isn't it funny that in your early years of life the 1/2 is so important, and it would seem it is equally as important in later years. I wonder where in the middle the lines blur?
95 and a 1/2, I find it so sweet that your not even the 1/2 yet.
- Posted whilst out & about
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