I’m slightly bamboozled.

Himself walked into the kitchen, where I was cooking the lasagne, and announced (proudly) that he was watching one of my FAVE TV shows in the front room.

Three guesses.

Lovejoy? Nope.

Sherlock? Nope.

Poirot? Nope.

He was watching a Rosemary and Thyme episode. BTW – He #hates all the above. And R&T more than most.

What is going on? I’ve turned a man who used to want to concrete/tarmac/cement anything green and untidy into – A GARDENER?

I’m STUNNED and gobsmacked.

P.S. The Language of Flowers was once (allegedly) a Hidden Victorian Code between lovers and haters.

Bleeding Heart…Dicentra spectabilis. I used to have them until the dog decided to bury a lamb bone exactly right there.

Y’all’ll have to watch the episode. It’s perfectly silly. Like me :o)