New Life.

This is one corner of my end of the garden.
The Redhead calls it the Scrapyard.
But don't mind her. She's a neat freak.
All the stuff I have down here is important.
Of most importance at this time are all these little seedlings which require my care and attention. That's not even counting the plants on the windowsills. Busy times.
She will come around when they are big enough to eat.
In the meantime I must persevere.