Farty Pants

Long ago, in my first year of blipping, I blipped one tiny little brussel sprout that I was so very proud of.

Today, in the freezing cold, Craig and I cut 4 stalks of sprouts, destined for the table on Christmas Day. We supped hot chocolate and discussed the the crudest of terms the cold felt in our bodily extremities.

I'd like to say that over the years I've learnt a thing or two about gardening, but the truth, as all gardeners know is, its part knowledge, part luck, but mainly mother nature decides what will grow.

I bow to her superior knowledge, but don't bend too far!!!!!