Spring has come to England. The fruit trees are blossoming, the daffodils are almost done flowering, the hours of light are getting longer.
At the weekend, the antennae of two of us — the artists — began to turn towards planting seeds.
What would you do, if you had seeds to sow? If it were me, I'd get an old packaging tray, or a plant pot not currently in use, dig a bit of earth for it from the garden, put in the seeds, water them and stand it all in a saucer near a window.
Our artists — well, one of them to be precise — thought differently.
A growing seed, she thought, needs a greenhouse.
So, out of a mushroom box, an egg box, some earth from the garden, some glass, foil and solder she had lying around, she made one for her sister's seeds.
And two for her own.
I love living with artists.