Silverbells and Cockle Shells

The bluebells are a' bloomin; at 611.

Saucytart and Snudge hopped the #3 this morning, deftly ignoring the early morning drunk who kept flirting by asking us for bites of our bacon, egg and cheese rolls.  They ran into Victor who trimmed the giant tree casting too much shade on my bok choy and tomatoes.  Snudge helped feed branches into the wood chipper.  Exciting for him and a little scary for Mom.

Today's plan: weeding beds, thinning the seedlings, replanting the Italian broad beans, and transplanting the rosemary and thyme.  Victor brought some gorgeous gladioli -- champagne and a deep raspberry -- which were planted in a cluster at the front of the garden.

Saucytart broadcast a couple of boxes of wildflowers, picked up some trash, then hopped back on the train to do a grocery shop.  Out of soy milk. 

Now it's time to make shrimp charmoula and figure out what to do with the Jamaican Butter Fish.