I’m not usually a political activist but what with the new government planning to sell off our forests and local councils having to cut funding for bedding plants and greenhouses. I call upon you to arm yourselves - with these flower grenades £11.50 for three from The Balcony Gardener, and you shall have buttercups and poppies wherever you go.
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
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I've never heard of them before, but they remind me of a book I once read where one of the characters,in order to remember a loved one, went round the countryside and threw handfuls of soil and seeds around so that they would grow and remind her of her lost son.Such a sweet idea Ive never forgotten it!
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