So, Juno very thoughtfully sent me down some seeds from her Japanese Anenome earlier this year. I posted some of the seeds to my Evil Twins in England.
I think that their seeds failed to germinate.
You can imagine my JOY and astonishment when one of mine DID germinate.
'My God, I might actually be able to DO this gardening thing!' thought I as the tiny green seedling pushed its way through the soil.
So I lovingly tended it and spoke words of love and encouragement into its tiny leaves.
When it got too dry in the polytunnel when we went to Blackpool in June, I was distraught and practically nursed it back from the DEAD on my return.
It is now hardening-off outside (see: coping with flood conditions) and I took a look at it the other day.
And it looks like this:
And even *I* can tell that this is not a bloody Anenome. Japanese or even Sea.
It is, I am reliably informed ....... a weed.
I returned from two days of internetless joy at Juno's yesterday and felt compelled to bake Rock Cakes from Marian Keyes' book, Saved by Cake.
'Could you maybe bake these every week?' said Sonshine, stuffing some stray raisins into his mouth as we spooned the mixture into rock-shaped splodges on a baking tray.
'Maybe not every week - we'll be the size of Belgium and our pancreases (pancreasi?) will be screaming for mercy. Maybe monthly?'
The compliments continued when the cakes emerged golden and delicious-looking from the oven.
We tucked into half a cake each as we waited for them to cool down.
'These are WAY better than my birthday cake!!!' he assured me.
Ouch. Thanks. But ouch.
And finally, this arose on Facebook this morning via Evil Twin Viv and constitutes my entire relationship with the plastic storage vessels in question:
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