hark: a path, winding through a green moor, into the rising sun (path rising sun winding)
( You're about to view content that the journal owner has advised should be viewed with discretion. )
hark: Close up of Snork Maiden from the Moomins, by Tove Jansen.  Her eyes are closed, her hair is perfect, and she is holding a posy of flowers. (Default)
The things I sow,
Somehow don't grow,
I'm sorely disenchanted.

But, Oh what luck I have with stuff,
I never even planted.*


i never planted the slugs. Or the aphids. )

But i'm also persistent. And this is the first flat we've had with a back yard. Said back yard now has a grow-bag full of salad plants, a seed tray full of herbs, and a baby courgette plant in it.

Pray for them, gentle reader, pray for them.

~

*Anyone know the author of this little ditty? Google fails me.
**Yes, Lucky the miniature Christmas tree does haunt my nightmares.
***i do slightly better with cacti. It usually takes me a couple of years to kill them off, rather than a couple of months.
****To be honest so were the Kap & i. That was not a fun time.

~
Page generated Jul. 8th, 2026 03:18 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios