The call of the wild

I know that this will come as a shock to many of you, but I actually do have a life outside of the garden. And, right now, it's a pretty busy one. I spent last weekend babysitting for the twins (the BEST!) and this week planning a 90th birthday party (no, not my own...). The whole family will be coming in for that, so you know that I've got to do some serious housecleaning this weekend.

But the garden keeps calling to me. Not in a bad way. No 'Get out hear and weed me!' or "Can't you see this fungus here?' Just a gentle, 'I miss you. Come and see what glories I hold."

I want very much to answer that call...