Bordering on genius

Pierrette and Boris have assumed the mantle of gardening gods in the neighbourhood. Their verges and flowers are always immaculate, nothing short of jaw-dropping. Just don't turn round and look 130 degrees to the north, where our jumble of wildflowers and clover aims to attract wildlife and bees. We do let the street down a bit.

Anywhoo... bit of a weird day with Ottawacker Jr. and I at odds over things in the morning; it all calmed down quickly enough though, as we neared the climax of We Didn't Mean To Go To Sea.