Happy Birthday to Me

There are no adequate excuses for my absence.

But, it wasn't my fault.

I ran out of petrol. I had a flat tyre. I didn't have cab fare.

An old friend came in from out of town. He stole my computer.

(Actually, First Born really did spill a plate of spaghetti bolognaise on the sofa).

(And, Mad Dog has been refusing to attend school on any days that have a 'y' in them).

There was a train crash, an earthquake, a flood, tornadoes in Alabama, global warming, and, my worst nightmare of all, Estate Agents.

But, you know I love you, baby.

Seriously, I have been extraordinarily busy lately and it has been my birthday.

Tooney and I dined on Tempura to mark the occasion.


I have included two cards, one of figs and one of hellebores.

Thanks to Minerva and Tooney.

Acacia pravissima

Spectacular in the spring - vibrant colour, heady fragrance, and a graceful, sweeping habit.

I adore this plant.

I cut some to bring in the house and haven't stopped sneezing since.

I am cursed.

I have both an obsessive love of plants and hay fever.

Still, I am blessed with a large circle of sympathetic family and friends and an even larger box of tissues.

Thanks for all the cards and presents.

Who loves you?

Myrtle x x x