I can't help it, I'm obsessed..

..With gardentrading.co.uk. I want EVERYTHING on it, seriously, EVERYTHING.

I really want hens.

Let's ignore the fact that I live on a 5th floor flat in London and only have a balcony and two overly fluffy bunnies. If I had all the space in the World (or at the very least a backgarden and a fox proof fence) I'd get chickens.
I am somewhat of a closet chicken expert. It came from reading various books about self-sufficiency last summer and maybe because I have farming in the blood. I also think driving past a chicken farm on my way to my Mum's and seeing a field full of chickens and getting over excited probably hasn't helped this sick, silent love.

Anyway, now it's time for some chicken porn. Provided by photos that people (what ain't me) took.

Orpington Hen 

Friendly & makes eggs all year round.

Plymouth Rock Hen

Pretty feathers, cold hardy and a docile temperament.

Barnevelder Hen

Dark brown eggs, yummy to eat, good for backgardens.

Sussex Hen

Good free range, doting mothers, dual purpose.

Now don't even get me started about my love for Quails... I could go on forever.

It's that time of year...

...When I start buying seeds and saying hello to little tiny seedlings. Although no butternut squash, apple, avocado etc comes into my flat without me having a go at trying to turn it's seed(s) into baby plants.

This year I'm hoping to grow blackberries, lemon cucumbers, all sorts of uncommonly used herbs, and endless amounts of tomatoes and gooseberries all just to name a few... And of course I'm doing all this on a smallish balcony which is sometimes home to my two house rabbits (if the weather is warm enough). I am silly excited for hot days on my balcony sipping tea and grinning like a creep at all my precious little plants.

Now to follow, pictures of seed packets that are rather pretty.

Modern Porcelain

Currently going ape shit over sculpture made from porcelain. Here are a few of my favourites..

Shary Boyle's creepy and haunting sculptures. 

Kate MacDowell's beautifully crafted sculptures.

My favourite of them all Jessica Stoller

I'm back!

Have decided to start using this blog again. I'll try and get new things in here at least once a week.

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