Just checking in to let you know I'm about halfway through "Seconds" (now probably called "Four Kings"). Will be out this year, I expect, though a very odd book it's shaping up to be. Kind of a musing on different types of caring. And, possibly, a sign that I played a little too much My Time at Portia
and similar games.
In the meantime, here's a photolog of the only gardening project I've managed to complete in the last year.
|Trusty Sledgehammer = No concrete|
|Railway Sleepers, Manure, Sand and Dirt|
|Water it and wait|
|Bee Refuelling Station|
|The teen years|
I now have a completely different set of plants in there (foxglove, violas, dianthus and poppies) since the only perenniel was the Californian Poppies and they (like my hardenbergias and a couple of other Australian natives) couldn't take the megajillion litres of water that fell on them over the opening months of the year.