My carrot tastes funny...

Benjamin Bunny wasn't certain his daily lettuce was genuine organic... he wasn't feeling very well at all. Nobody mention zombie potatoes or "Night of the Living Veg."

A worm certainly had a view of this fellow until earlier this morning. By coffee time it had crawled out of the vegetable beds and into the kitchen. Not the sort of potato the supermarkets like on their shelves... but very tasty.

Thank you all for your very kind comments yesterday. I've not responded on the page because it made me sad all over again. Not for Phil; he's fine. But for all of us who miss his physical presence.

The 'verse is huge and exquisitely diverse. We are all star stuff, and we spend a lot more time not being people than we do being people. Sometimes, we are potatoes.