So, yes, I have been very slack of late in the posting department.
Here are some of the reasons why (if I can get fucking Picasa to work):
First came The Dog, Bessie, aka Bessie Boo, aka ooggi-di-wooggi-dee-Bessie-baby-boo-de-Best-Doggie-In-The_Worrrld (and no, I rarely speak to my children that way, but then, they don’t come when I whistle or sit down when I ask)
Bess is year older than the Pea Princess (so now nearly nine) and had an illicit litter of pups two weeks before the Princess was born. We were fat ladies together then, and we’re fat ladies once again together now. She’s been living with my dad for the past four years but since his illness in hospital here, she has finally moved back home and we couldn’t be happier (well, we could actually be just a tiny bit happier if she would keep any one of the bazillion-trillion or so hairs ON.HER.BACK instead of on my rug. It’s a little thing but it would mean a lot.)
Also, it was a January job to finish off a half-done project from winter. Here is the Water Pot in action, complete with musically splashy fountain head and recently freed from the aquarium goldfish (the flash of orange there towards the left)…
which admittedly was not so bad… to this:
shithouse picture on account of the camera, while recently frightened into good behaviour by my threat of throwing it in the bin, still being, intrinsically, an outdated bushel of crap. Pictured here in their blurry glory are The Prof, at work, and the Gorgeous Boy, supervising the construction of the new seat with Golden Peach in hand. Mummy designed the new seat, Daddy built it – that’s partly why we’re still married.
the new garden beds, of course, require new plantings. I have very strong feelings about planting in limited garden space: anything planted has to earned its keep in either scent or edibility or preferably both, Mostly, as such, I plant herbs and the GB (above) is sitting next to a bed of four different thymes, oregano and margoram and apple mint (if you don’t know apple mint, get to know it – it’s divine).
Here are some samples, left to right, white thyme, variegated lemon thyme, more white thyme, golden marjoram with a bonus coriander poking out from the top:
So I wish I could believe this pic would appear the right way up for you. however, since I have decided to ignore Picasa’s desire to have a bad hair day (night) I suspect you, too, will be seeing my two fairy/angel/ ballerinas sideways…
mtc, tomorrow, when I may actually manage to post things in a more vertical fashion