Life has been a bit grim/hectic/headless chicken territory of late.
First I never did get over the flu thing I had in January necessitating endless visits to my pulmonologist . Second, my friend with whom I share a plot in the community garden has tottered off with melonoma leaving me with a double work load. Third spousal unit has had a bit of a run in with his health too. (We really should have sold this place last year, far too big and far too much work and retired to our ‘pocket handkerchief’ in town!) But here we still are, the jungle is flowering big time!
Waiting for the rain to stop to further the opportunity to kill the new neighbour’s new chickens! Count stands at one at the moment. It was stupid enough to climb through the mutual fence to assure itself of instant destruction within 30 seconds by the malefactor on the left. We returned the corpse with advice. (No, not a recipe!)
Alas, the asparagus season has come and gone, we manfully ate it nearly every day and vast vats of fresh asparagus soup were consumed with relish. I did not feel moved to give any away, not even to madam in the picture, she doesn’t like vegetables.
We have quick draining soil here, tulips proliferate maniacally. Honest guv, I didn’t plant this many!
Better than net curtains!