Quince

Now where is my runcible spoon?

A day of pruning, weeding, harvesting and painting the front of the mansion. Rasps gathered. The Artichokes are dug up, washed, peeled and the soup is coming along nicely. What part of "a day off" is it that I don't understand? And it's only just gone eleven am!

And still found time for my 600th blip.

I'm on a roll.