It was my birthday two days ago, and yes – I’m feeling all of my 21 years. Aging gracefully, as some might say.

Fortunately, being a gardener, one of the recurring themes in presents that I received were relevant to my wonderful hobby. My wife went and purchased a stainless steel spade from the local bigbox even though the lady at the counter anecdotally shared that she also bought one for her husband for his birthday. His response was “Why would I want that?” to which my wife replied, “No, I’m almost certain that Stuart is going to love this.” She was right.

My parents, who were holidaying in these parts, stopped off last weekend with four pots of tulips they had purchased in Nannup. I was stoked beyond belief as I’ve never even tried growing tulips before – our climate isn’t the greatest for their finicky growing conditions.

Then a friend dropped over with a token bag of Dynamic Lifter and assures me its not symbolic of our relationship even though it smells like ^&(*@#.

And finally, Deb’s parents sent me a gift voucher to our local bigbox – which will undoubtedly go on something towards the garden.

It’s just so easy to buy for gardeners, isn’t it? We’re quite easily impressed with anything that furthers our gardening endeavours.

Anyway, enough of the chit-chat, I’m off to spend some time on the garden putting my wonderful gifts into practice.