I love my fella, love my garden, love my puddies, loooove a glass of red in winter… but nothing compares to this frikin couch. I really do love the crap out of this couch.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to sit here?
With nothing to do, or achieve for the day? Maybe read a book? Snooze? Snooze longer? Decide on the next garden? Decide on snoozing longer. Whatever. I just love it. Hope you have one too.
Anyway… time to get off the tablet. The only thing I’m planting today, is my bum on that couch