|Tadaaa! The first washing of 2012 hung out.|
I know, it's a total state, but that's what happens when Tartarus suggests that HE hangs out the washing while *I* go to the supermarket. I have superior washing-hanging-out skills.
The clematis in the greenhouse - still flowering its socks off and the whole greenhouse is perfumed with jasmine and hyacinth.
My Mother's Day gooseberry 'bush'. It turned out to have two roots, both about the length of a grain of rice and the width of an eyelash. I know. It doesn't look too hopeful, does it?
I'm having flashbacks to Wilfred the decapitated sunflower
And lastly, the new baby - well he's about 3 months old now. He's Tartarus's nephew's baby. We have no idea what that makes us to him. But we luffs him.
This photo seems to have captured the only 10 minutes of the whole weekend that he slept.