AS MY eight-year-old grandson and I were walking the pathways at Aunty's Garden, he says to me, "Nan, why do we grow old?"
How strange I thought. With my three score and ten looming very closely, he must think I'm really old!
I proceeded to tell him that it is a process that we all have to go through.
I explained to my grandson that plants go through the same process of nurturing, harvesting and great enjoyment.
Earlier this month the sunflowers bloomed, giving a majestic display which enhances all the other beds which are filled with vegetables.