When I had my babies, I tried hard to not pepper my friends with multiple photos and ‘cute’ stories of my growing brood. I was painfully aware that although I revelled in everything there was to know about my children – from their first bowel movement to their first tooth; their first smile to their first tumble on a two wheeler – most others had no need or desire to receive anything close to that level of detail.
Yet here I am 20 years later shamelessly inflicting upon you more stories about my garden babies. Forgive me: after today, the words garden, flowers, plants and vegetables will be banned from this blog for one whole week. But just for today, bear with me while I get my fix.
Remember this? Mid-June….
Another garden visitor…drawn, I expect, by all the rain.