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.





