Some of us spend time in the potting shed sowing seeds, watering seedlings, pricking them out, potting them on. Nurturing.
Artur helps by standing on the lovely pots.
Here he is contemplating the spicy mustard greens to see whether they would make a fun soft cushion. He tried the sage but they were too rough. And the baby fennel seedlings were a bit whiffy.
Bad cat. But fear not. He is barely chastised beyond an exasperated admonishment and a gentle shooing away. Note all the gaps between the pots so he can stalk over the benches to get to a sunny spot.