Bee's bum

The garden is now awash with poppies, mainly red but this bee I chased round the garden seemed to like to one pink flower best. I took many amazing bee flying shots but decided you would all be far to jealous of my professional type action shots, so a bee's bum it is.

There are some jobs which if you put them off for a while, it doesn't make too much difference to when you finally get round to it. Hoovering for example. Not mowing the lawn. I hate mowing the lawn, it was ridiculously long, the lawn mower is absolutely crap and it doesn't look any better now than before I started. I got really, really angry with everyone and everything. I calmed down with some rose dead heading, considered making a wheelbarrow of perfume with the petals a la 1978 and then felt a bit better.

And oddly, I have a fancy for lasagne for tea, this is a very rare thought so have knocked one up. I am going to throw some clean clothes into drawers now and then have a sit down for the rest of the day, the lawn mower rage is still within me.