Plant theatre

My regular reader may recall that, a month ago, Son1 bought a new desk and the delivery guy left it outside still strapped onto its pallet. Well, a lick of Cuprinol ‘Willow’ later, the pallet has become a plant theatre! Don’t mention the weeding.

While I was painting away in the sun today, Victor/ia the vole was happily tucking into his/her lunch a couple of metres away.