A random bunch of photos

I've been growing what you could probably call a greenhouse of plants in my living room. Tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, strawberries, beans, herbs, gooseberries, chilli and even attempting to grow a cucumber (although it's nearly dead).

My little gooseberry plants have gone from looking like this:

To these big fruiting beasts!

I am also in the process of skinning this teeny tiny Goldcrest, and you'd think turning little things into taxidermy wouldn't be so difficult. But the smaller they are the more difficult it becomes.

And then here are three pretty unrelated photos.

Me and little Oscar Zissou.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: 
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

”

—	Mad Girl’s Love Song, Sylvia Plath