Seeds and Weeds

My new 'back yard' is full of lovely pink acacias and abundant periwinkle, but there are also some growths that may or may not be weeds, so today I will decide whether or not to pull them out.

On a more whimsical note, Anna Betty (her full American name) and I found ourselves in possession of three packets of American Wild Flower seeds - enough to cover 60 sq m of ground.

Now in my experience of wild flower seeds, you sow them as directed over the prescribed area of land and end up with one sad looking cornflower and a couple of ragged robins, so this time we have taken a more concentrated approach.  We dumped the whole lot in one flower pot that we found under a rose bush.  If we only get three flowers that will be fine, but if we are more successful, then we have created a battle of the blooms US style to see which flower is the fittest to survive in the ultimate competition for space.

The Idleness of Whimsy?

A pretty little title for my blogspot don't you think, but what exactly does it mean?  In literal terms I could write a tome or two on the inherent idleness and uselessness of whimsical endeavours, but in this instance it is a fitting title for the next two years of my journey through (this) life.

At this point in time I have the rare good fortune to have no job other than to steer the good ship 'Family' through the foreseeable future.  When I am not cleaning, washing, ironing, patching grazed knees and generally helping the universe spin for three other people in a foreign land, I will be idle and will be lazily seeking out whimsical pastimes with which to amuse myself.  The only pre-requisites of these endeavours will be that they are languid, blousy, sweetly scented and ever so slightly etheric in nature. They will need to be kooky, a little odd and provide me with a constant supply of anecdotal material to share with my friends.

This way legends are made.....