It is so pleasant being out and about in the garden just as the sun is coming up. Phillip had already left for work this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep as the birds were so noisy (and my daughter had run down the hallway yelling "Daddy, Daddy, you didn't say goodbye to me") so that was that, and up I got.
A struggling apple cucumber. Who would have thought this one would survive when my other one died? If only I can keep the bunnies away from it now.
One wascally wabbit. His name is Storm, and he is 11 weeks old tomorrow. There are 7 others! At the moment he is all by himself in that big hutch. The girls are in a separate hutch of their own, and I have two more hutches housing the other boys. We don't want more babies!