So while working on my garden today someone moved in my periferal vision.  I JIPPED... he looked at me.  Blinked.  And we stared at each other a while.  We came to an agreement.

My new neighbour is not good looking or charming.  He is certainly not someone I want to catch my children playing with. He is definetly not clean or hygenic.  He was not ( Read more... )

Gardens, like dogs, say a lot about their keepers.  My garden is not showy.  It is not manicured and magazine quality.  It is not grand.  It does not draw gasps or coos of amazement.   My garden shows patches of wear and tear and the ongoing evidence of a life full of children.   My back yard is 16' x 21" approx.   By London Standards, that is ( Read more... )