Was so busy weeding, cutting and pricking out, that I had no time to write!

Hi Wibe (and other mystery guests),

After much internal debate (continue writing this for my son and myself and the occassional incidental follower - or: give up!), I've decided to write on. If not for me...and gorgeous son...at least for posterity!
I can always print the darn thing and make a remembrance booklet out of it.

So: Garden Talk!
What have we done with ourselves these past couple of weeks? Well: everything grows so quickly in our greenhouse and garden, that every spare moment is spent weeding, nurturing, pricking out, planting out, sowing, pruning and chasing our mangy rabbit Honey.
Honey, you see, has found a way to escape his hutch. And when we blocked this, he found another way. And another one. In short: I keep chasing this big male rabbit. Gina, remember our Turkish streetwalker?, Gina helped by doing her special rabbit-catching move: she grabbed Honey by one of his huge hind legs and held on for dear life. Honey (not impressed), got stuck in the Anemones though, so I could dive in and apprehend. Conclusion: Gina was offended (she wasn't allowed to keep her prey), Honey was back in his pen (for a bit...), my lovely white double Japanese Anemones were flat and I had an ugly scratch on my leg.

Gardening!

I find it soothes. My back aches, my dodgy pelvis bones burn, my legs cramp. My hands tingle. But it definitely soothes the brain! Have a look: very Zen, very balanced, very soothed!
SO; I will change the headline to this blog. I'm not so fucked off (fucked up?) anymore.

Oh right: gardening!
My pals from the BBC Gardener's World gardening forum (yes, I do get around!) had the following comment:
"To my opinion, there is not enough gardening in your gardening blog!".
Oh my... And it gets worse!
"And there are not enough gardening pictures."
Well. perhaps you can view the above picture as...a very large pink Pelargonium?

But I'll try to get more relevant pictures in. And more garden talk.
Which is a shame, 'cause something hilarious happened to me last Tuesday, at Tai Chi class. There was this guy, never seen him before in all 4 times I had been there. Seriously overweight, seriously trying very hard to impress the new girl on the block (me) and seriously looking absolutely ridiculous doing it. I was really trying hard not to laugh out loud, and decided to take up a position in front of him (so I wouldn't see him), but the Tai Chi Master sent me back to my original position. Thankfully this time a lot of the exercises were executed with our eyes closed. But I heard him breathing ...my concentration was shot to pieces. Not very Zen...