Saturday, 23 June 2012
My Garden Girls
Nola just loves the garden. Often she will she head to the back door shoes on hands and knock until some kind soul offers her an escape into the great wide open that is our postage stamp sized back garden.
This is her new trick.
She can even pick flowers at the same time.
She even has her very own flower picking basket.
"Now I know they won't find me here."
She is quite a determined daisy picker.
Rose petal soup anyone?
I try to encourage her to use the dead heads but apparently they don't make as good soup as the full blooms.
Florence is characteristically unimpressed.
But Nola is not discouraged.