My gardening garments, nonetheless, are nonetheless the oldest and most stained I possess; the gardening gloves so soil enriched that the spiders take them for a fascinating garden habitat; the knees of most of my denims are dust stained and reprehensible, and I personal neither pearls nor a gardening apron nor sneakers with Cuban heels. However I do spend much more time selecting fruit or flowers right into a wicker basket lately than I do digging, and nonetheless do use Grandma’s recipe for scones – actual scones, not the “made gentle with lemonade” form. I am attributable to make one other batch as quickly as I’ve proof-read this, and can take them out to the blokes within the garden, three of whom are beneath 10, however extraordinarily good at selecting lemons and gathering firewood. I want Grandma might be right here to see them – and share the scones. Although realizing Grandma, she’d insist on being the one who made them.