the constant gardener...

Little Celia looks like she's inherited some sort of horticulture gene from aunt Mols, clearly its not from me, but we still tested our green thumbs (though Celia may have sucked all the green off by now, still facing that battle). Here we are admiring our work!

please notice we don't have a trowel (sp?...see i don't even know how to spell it!) We had to opt for a kitchen utensil!

pointing to the hanging basket

bird's eye view

Mols are you proud of us?