Working outside had it's romantic rewards, but the reality of mosquitos, and a gentle breeze weren't a combination I'm used to, not to mention trying to find all the tools I have become accustomed to having within reach. So when the whistle blew at 5 today I had made one pot that was ok, the rest went back into the bin. I'm such a creature of habit and to think I could just whip out a dozen big jars in this new place was ludicrous. But tomorrow is another day.
(wink, wink...)
