Above: found in the yard and gifted to me by the girl. Perhaps I should buy a lottery ticket? Speaking of lotteries - we very rarely indulge in a 649 ticket, but a few weeks ago, the prize was over 18 million, so Rob picked one up. Just in case, you understand. As invariably happens, I couldn't help pondering what we'd do with the winnings, and felt a sudden surge of anxiety as to whether I'd have to quite dyeing yarn or could simply justify getting a really nice studio. Which I suppose means I've done a pretty OK job of choosing my second career. (We didn't win, so I was spared the agony of indecision.)
Below: I'm not entirely sure what inspired it, though our dog is obsessed with creating craters in the flower garden, and our cat is most definitely the boss of the dog, Perhaps Basil is simply graphically demonstrating the horror experienced by my poor bulbs - like a sort of an empathy exercise.