When winter is not yet over, but your mind is beginning to stir with thoughts of seedlings and warm soil, what do you do? I guess you start making rock gardens. Everywhere. Because you can't seem to help yourself.   Oh yes my hens and chickens. I'm a gonner.   Bona fide...   Might need medication...   Nut job.   That last one took some time… but I won out in the end. (Have you looked up 'Obsessive Compulsive Disorder' in the dictionary lately? There's a picture of you there!) Have you looked up 'Pain in the Arse'? (Why would I? I live with you every freaking day of my life!) Tell me about it.