I love gardening. I started when I was very young. Us kids all had our own plots. Have been out this morning to tidy up the borders. Most of my daffs are going over now. There are a few that are in bud, but another week and that will be them for another year. I can only cope with about an hour at a time as bad back won't let me do anymore. But it is very therapeutic. Trouble is when I am out in the front gardening, I am so engrossed in it that I don't realise when anyone going past says hello to me. They must think I am a right old ignoramus.