It's been ages since I last wrote. I've had the very best of intentions of course, but time seems to be scarce. I have also wanted to re-organise the blog and being on leave this week has given me the opportunity I needed to play around. What do you think? I'm pleased with the result but stil have lots to learn! This morning is a beautiful Spring day and the gardens around me are just divine. Every morning I can smell roses, jasmine, lilacs and the old fashioned azaleas outside my windows bring back memories of childhood and my dad's gardening skills. Dad was a gentle man, generally, but gardening seemed to bring out his aggression and need to dominate. It was fashionable in his day to talk to your plants, it would nurture and encourage lush growth, apparently. I wondered about that encouragement for years as my dad stood in the garden announcing regularly "I put you in and I can easily take you out"! I think the plants knew it was 90% bluff, none of the offenders were ever removed, but my dad was King in his garden! I wish I had some of his control, especially in my small vege and herb patch. The wild rabbits, so cute when they were babies, have now grown into adulthood, mainly by eating my veges! With dad's harsh words in mind and channeling my inner Mr McGregor, I intend having words wirth those little furries this afternoon. I'm happy to share, but I want half left for me! Wish me luck...