Remember last week’s bluebells? Well, much as usual, in my mad-busy state, dashing around from one thing to the next, I haven’t chucked out the dead ones and I was as surprised as a surprised thing to see that they even grow their seed-pods after they’ve been cut and in water for a week or more. I’ve never seen that happen with cut flowers before.

There is something really lovely about the papery petals now they are dried and supposedly past their best and the forlorn way the spent stamens are hanging down is full of pathos…..I must be honest, I do like all this dead stuff malarkey – I did dead petals a few weeks ago and have two whole galleries dedicated to dead flowers, buried somewhere down my ever-growing list of galleries.

Don’t you just love the way that nature is so determined to make sure these species continue? I support that wholeheartedly. I know they’re technically weeds (if you consider the definition of a weed as being something that you didn’t plant and it just pops up) but I am as ‘chuffed as ninepence’ with all of the wild flowers that we’ve got in this garden.

It’s not just bluebells, there are tiny, starry violets all over the lawn – so many of them that I hate cutting the grass because it chops off their heads. The primroses are anything but prim, with their riotous, buttery yellow – they’ve been in bloom since January and we still have a few out now. Speedwell, daisies and all sorts of other unknown things keep on popping up and spreading a bit of happiness with their colour and exuberance. I’m so soft that I could never pull up this sort of plant…..though that bloody nasty ground elder has it’s day coming much sooner than it expects!!!! What’s worst about the ground elder is it’s in my veggie patch and I can’t spray it because I don’t want to risk my veggies. Even an old hippy like me will spray ground elder if it’s plenty far enough away from our food.

What with the burgeoning garden (except for the squashes I planted out into the veggie plot last weekend – they look as sick as a dog for some reason best known to them) and the birds, I feel like I am one very lucky soul indeed.

I wonder if these bluebells are a sign – carry on, Linda – keep spreading your seeds as it were….don’t let weariness stop you….. I’m still not sure what to do, although I have been ‘made up’ with the comments from my guests yesterday! Thanks Mum, Kim, Teresa and Ron – much appreciated all of you.

I was sitting cross-legged, terrified that my bare feet were offending people (in fact, that's not a problem in Korea), on the floor in a Buddhest monk's veggie restaurant, watching local dancing, in Seoul this time last year....wow - what an experience that was.