This little beastie is borage, I think, that Martin is sprouting on the windowsill. They’re all tiny, but such a delicate shade of green, and so cute, I couldn’t resist. It is the equinox, after all.
This little beastie is borage, I think, that Martin is sprouting on the windowsill. They’re all tiny, but such a delicate shade of green, and so cute, I couldn’t resist. It is the equinox, after all.