It’s spring at Roscommon Acres which means there is work to be done in the garden.
And lots of digging.
The strawberries have already begun to push up through the straw.
And so has the fall planting of garlic.
The chickens are out.
The guinea fowl are out.
And Timmy sits on top of the hill taking it all in.
Our first flowers have made their appearance.
Much to the delight of a little boy.
And at the corner of the garden lies a little cup left lying where Tiggy last used it.
Because there just doesn’t seem to be anywhere else for it to belong.