Day 78

A weekend at home, and there is a lovely splash of colour on the terrace that wasn't there when I left. Seems the flower-elves have been. Just don't call them geraniums! They're pelargoneums.

Day 71

These flowers grow everywhere, they're like lovely colourful weeds. Oh, and it's raining again.

Day 37

For two years the patch of wasteground beside my apartment building was just that: waste. It was ignored for years; the only thing that grew on it was a green mould that gave the surface a sickly pallor. It was a constant reminder of the situation our development was in: unfinished, abandoned, and bereft of anyone taking some responsibility. Three months ago I finally had enough of it: it annoyed me every time I passed it, and so I decided that it was time to something about it. I bought a garden fork and a rake. I dug the whole area. I picked stones until my back ached. I bought compost and grass seed. I picked ever more stones. Soon there were green shoots, tiny blades of grass poking through the surface. Every time I passed there was more colour, and then, today.

Today.

Today, baby had her first haircut.

Day 32

There is a secret garden in Donnybrook: a very surprising little corner with a locked gate and a plaque out front. It's overgrown with trees, and I've passed it a thousand times without paying it any attention. Until today that is!