The stolen garden harvest in it’s entirety

by Jane Mason

It’s Singapore so that must mean jet lag.

As I sit here, my computer saying 20.24 (here it is 04.24) I can only judge my complete exhaustion by the fact that my typing has gone out the window.  I can hardly see let alone be dextrous.  Forgive spelling mistakes.  Forgive everything, in fact.

Earlier I wrote a little exerpt on the stolen garden with a few photos.  However, I was just gazing at Sabine’s photos of one of the many SG harvests which I thought I would include here.  Oh, bring back the summer.