A beautiful stranger.......

Sorry, it was just too good an opportunity to miss - no offence intended

 

I am absolutely gutted! My poppy was drying out nicely, and was all but ready to collect the seeds from........

I got home from work this afternoon, and my daughter had decided to rip it out of the flower bed and has shaken every last seed out of the heads - goodness only knows where in the garden they are, all I can hope is that I get lucky next year and another one pops up in the same border.

Needless to say, we aren't really on speaking terms at the moment.

 

Sadly not Zigs - 'helpful' is not an adjective that can be applied to my cherub at the moment; we're going through that destructive and partly vindictive stage in readiness for the full-blown teenage years.

No wonder I am going grey

 

I hope so Sheal - it was a really pretty wee thing, and I was looking forward to having more.

 

Hell of a long stage though Sheal - she will be nine in a matter of days (if she lives that long....) - they all go through it I suppose, I just hope it ends soon.

 

You're right Jenny - over the years I have turned into my mother!

I wasn't a bad kid, but definitely a mischievous little blighter. I think the trouble we have as adults is that we have pretty much forgotten how our minds worked as a kid, and whenever we have dealings with other peoples kids (nieces, nephews etc), they always seem like little angels compared to our own. Of course, their mums and dads will almost certainly be saying the same.

The thing I did wrong in this particular case was that I caught her about to smack it with a tennis bat the other night, stopped her and explained that I wanted to save the seeds - and that she was not to touch it - - fatal really, tell a child not to do something, and that is the very thing they will go and do just to find out why they are not to do it.