A view over the trial beds, capturing something of the haze of this winter morning. From where we once stole three Brussels sprouts from under the very nose, as it were, of a notice saying that thieves would be prosecuted. My story was that these particular sprouts were never going to be picked and would otherwise have ended up rotting.
Bags lower left covering up some succulents (I think) from somewhere in South America, perhaps Chile.
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