Since starting work full-time for the first time since the girls were born a lot has had to slide, as you may have noticed. My garden has been one of those things and my eyes felt the pain of cardiac arrest every single time I stepped out the door. I'm embarrassed to say it has only been in my third year back in full-time museumsville that I am starting to get my literal and metaphorical shit sorted.

So I'm back in the garden sorting shit. Yes, bothways.