66 Square Feet: Spring in my mother's garden

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Spring in my mother's garden

My mom set me some pictures of her garden in Constantia. I believe the Savoy cabbage has been eaten!

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flwrjaneNovember 6, 2011 at 5:53 PM
Lovely and warm. i know you enjoy some 'weather".

Me? I'd like to be in your mother;s garden.

xo Jane
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webbNovember 6, 2011 at 7:29 PM
Makes me long for April and May! Thank your mother for sharing! It is nice to know that it's spring somewhere!
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BeenceNovember 7, 2011 at 7:26 PM
[swallows hard]
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What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

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