Welcome to my perfumed garden

That is not this blog is Here.. It's my new place for talking about writing the novel because I don't want to bore you all with the tedium of my daily word counts and writer's block. There are a couple of new posts there but it's mostly just imports from LJ at the moment so don't all go rushing over there at once, now, will you. *G*

It's been there for awhile, really but I didn't think to mention it till just now. I need to work on it, make it purty.

OK. As you were. Ah, look what's on telly, it's only Wimbledon! The excitement, it kills.

So glad I decided to let the garden have its own way viz wild strawberries for ground cover. They really would cover everything if I let them, if I didn't keep them constantly in check. Not these babies though, we ate them for dinner and very good they were, too :o)

( M'wild strawberries )

And then the heavens opened, and then my camera batteries died. :o)