My early memories of gardening are not positive ones. I remember as a smallish child, being given the job of weeding in the bed of lettuces my dad was growing in his little plastic greenhouse. It turns out I don’t know the difference between a weed and a baby lettuce, so I guessed/picked randomly. I … Continue reading On Gardening
On the left here is Melonie, our little melon who can. We decided she needed a mentor, or a big sister, to show her the power of dreaming big. So, here is Melonie with her big sister. The big sister was subsequently eaten because the lessons we teach here are not uncomplicated. Save
You people are disgusting, the way you defile London's green and pleasant park lands. You ought to feel ashamed of yourselves. If your kind even feels shame. Anyway, I'm here to remove you. You are to be removed. And...your zip appears to be down. Save
Small Change on Strangers 