Nothing Happens to Me

[...] in a desert with sandstorms and no roads and dehydration. On a completely different subject, classical music. Sherlock's school has been showing them this thing. If you don't live here, I'm not sure [...]

[...] cucumbers can shade it if it gets too hot. I thought I had a picture of the supposedly pink blueberry bush from last year, But I can't find it. It's not doing anything yet anyway, and I think it [...]

[...] reason you should still be awake, but you are? Yeah. Instead, here is the picture of our blueberry bush that I couldn't find before. No flowers, as you see. It's probably too late to flower now, [...]

[...] allotment. Space 6-8 feet apart! Still, maybe next year. Fruit seems to be our downfall (blueberry bush shows no sign that it might ever consider producing anything except leaves). Mycroft is doing [...]

[...] one back from Mycroft standing solemnly in front of the shop where he works holding an ice cream just out of Sherlock's reach. We climbed all of the Eiffel Tower that you can climb... I' [...]

[...] , to no one's surprise. We went for a visit and Sherlock did not consume their entire supply of ice cream, although he is now convinced that, having got it once for free, he will get free ice cream [...]

[...] as I can't remember what they are. Since we got back, Sherlock has drawn a design for a ceiling aquarium that would contain sawfish, so they could swim above him while he sleeps. He dragged someone [...]

[...] that he won't want to take every single odd fruit home with him. I was not counting on giant watermelons. (No one expects the giant watermelons.) I suppose they weren't that big, in the scheme of [...]

[...] bush looks happier this year, so perhaps we'll get some actual berries out of it (although Sherlock informs me that most things we call berries are technically droops drupes, but he doesn't know if [...]

[...] a mystery to me on this score. Sometimes he thinks we're all mad and then I'll find him and Sherlock planning a rafting trip on the Amazon together with maps and flight schedules.) Greg was talking in [...]

It'll be Mycroft's birthday on Saturday. He'll be 16, if you can believe it. I can't. I know I go through this every time one of the boys has a birthd [...]

[...] with Sherlock, but I love them. Speaking of basil, it exists in the allotment. Our little non-producing blueberry bush looks happier this year, so perhaps we'll get some actual berries out of it ( [...]

[...] beans and lettuce and a surprisingly small amount of chard, which got a late start. The enormous Thai purple beans show no sign of flowering yet, let alone doing anything else, but fingers crossed. [...]