Throat hurts so much I've given up talking for now. So far it's been mildly entertaining, scribbling down questions to V (my handwriting is not the easiest for him to discern). Last night I took the very special cough syrup just so I could get some sleep. I slept deeply, but woke up once again to the same old same old... down in my lungs. Last night, my voice sounded like I'd been chainsmoking for 200 years, so I may not actually have a voice left anyway. We'll probably switch to using AIM or something.
Last night I found the most amazing
blog. Will be mainly of interest to gardening/creative types.
Here is the
tour of her garden this past spring. Is it not lovely? She just moved and in fact the blog appears to be in hiatus, so this is the height of this particular garden. She has older tours where you can see how it matures over the years.
She goes on tons of garden tours in her area, 5a Ontario, which is green and lush and wet but they have a very short growing season. My favorite (and V's) is
this one, which may be one of the most perfect gardens I have ever seen.
This one isn't bad either, to put it mildly, and it apparently is fully of happy plants. There is no space like a happy plant space, which probably sounds like a form of madness to some people, but there you go.