Isn't nature amazing? Despite the rigorous campaign of neglect to which I subject the garden, it just keeps coming back.
I can't recall what those big shoots might be. Alium? Hyacinth? A Jack and the Beanstalk vine up which I can escape from this harsh and cruel place?
I am suffering from my tri-annual stinky cold. No need to waste sympathy on me, it really is about three years since a cold germ found a chink in the impenetrable armour that is my immune system. I have been staying at home in a rather dull act of civic responsibility. Dublin, you are welcome. Also, I don't feel unwell. I should probably be de-frosting the freezer or learning how CSS works again.
The sun is out today after some of the most awful and frightening weather I have ever seen, on the European Western Seaboard, at any rate. In Mericay, as we like to call it, I experienced all sorts of Mad Weather Phenomena with attendant earnest Extreme Heat/Cold Advisories from NPR metereologists: if it wasn't a hurricane, it was a heatwave, or a blizzard, or a thunder storm. You were either being beaten into the pavement with the heat, or cut in two by the wind. You really can fry/freeze an egg on your bonnet, over there, according to the season. To sum up: your weather is mean and trying to kill you, America. As if you hadn't noticed.
I appear to be talking about the weather. This isn't good. Also, I just looked up the word "bonnet" to make sure it was English.
Brain is addled.
However! My mother's doctors have rethought themselves (also doubtful if this is English) and her new medication is working. She feels betterish already! OH HAPPY (if sneezy) DAY!
Have lovely weekends, all.