The good life

Well Halloween has come and gone, the costumes have been deflated and stored away and these dogs have finally had enough and eaten their owner. So with Halloween being the time of year harvests are collected, well rather nowadays it's more pumpkins being shown rotting on you tube. Anyway the small garden box outside our door has seen many a flower wither and die, So I decide, fine if the flowers refuse to live, lets try something different! (please imagine me shaking my fist in true farmer fashion) It may have been the fact that I've always liked watching the good life, actually I've never enjoyed the good life but I have a vague suspicion I'm somewhat like Margo, except without that whole Union Jack pinnie of course. Anyway after 5 months of patient watering, tender words of encouragement, it was time to unveil my child


Yeah its kind of small, and frankly something only a father could love but hey its mine. And I will care for it as best I can...

True I ate it about 3 hours later in a big batch of country soup but that's the meaning of tough love isn't it? Or is that the homer school of tough love?