Today was a perfect Spring day in the garden:
catmint in bloom
my first ever successful pot of tulips ... really, really small tulips I grant you, but tulips nonetheless ... and for my friends in the Northern Hemisphere who possibly find tulips unremarkable - here in Oz most of us have to put our tulip bulbs in the freezer to have any hope of them blooming. These ones didn't get freezered [because I forgot] so I'm pretty chuffed that they've managed such a lovely display
some interspecies interaction between Sophie and Ms Ethel - neither of whom seemed particularly bothered by the other's presence
Nadie enjoying a break from the onerous task of mother-minding with a Bear, a chai and a spot of Harry Dresden
the only irritants?
those rotten b****y beggars of weeds that are proliferating in my garden as I type. I can HEAR them ... plotting to take over ... taunting me with their newfound sense of invulnerability.
Well I'm serving notice on the nasty prolific little beasts ... I shall not be incapacitated forever. Their time will come!!!