Every single soul's got to do their share

When I went into the shed tonight to extract my bike I was met with the most amazing smell of Onions. 

Himself had dug up and brought the onions home to dry our before bagging.   I'm quite astounded.  The ones in my plot were a bit scabby and small.  All the red ones went to seed.   But these.... These were in his plot, and unlike mine which were planted last October, these were planted in March. 

Gardening is a series of unanswered questions. 

What happens one year, isn't necessarily what happens the next year 


A bit like life. 

A lot of life. 



Am still very sad about book.  About Labradors.  About dogs.