Penamoli

The birds are chirping. This time, my garden friends are a pair of Magpie, a pair of Robin, sometimes a Blackbird, many times some Great Tits, seldom I see some Blue Tits, a friendly tailless female squirrel that  comes everyday for a feed of nuts but if we run out of nuts, it certainly wouldn't mind a creamy nutty biscuit which will melt in your mouth-that I think it prefers more that the peanuts,  a black cat with very few white spots and green eyes that always stares at me slyly, and FINALLY, one big wily fox that pretends to walk on my wooden fence to cross and go to my neighbours yard but I know he is the crafty culprit that broke my paling fence and my clay flower pots when he actually did jump into my little garden. I saw him this morning too ( I did not add other creepy crawlies and pollinators that might amuse your children or the child in you, then I can't put a full-stop to my extremely long sentence). Even if I don't mentioned them, they are all my garden friend

Exploring new things is fun but at the same time there are many uncertainty. It doesn't come easy and many times not too difficult too, but through many observations, maybe sometime many failures and many exciting findings. So it is my vegetable scrap project. Today my gem lettuce and celery is ready with healthy roots to be transplanted to soil. It has been 3 months now since I started exploring growing vegetable from scrap. Everyday is a new beginning to see how my scrap transforms and regrows  into lovely vegetable. When I started, it was an unprecedented time. Well, it still is but an unknown phase of that time has now become a new norm. We all one way or another has been accustomed to the new norm and bubbles of new terminologies. Some may still find it hard to adapt. Some might have found some ways to keep their insanity intact. One way or another, many of us have striven to survive from the uncountable unknowns. It is 3 months ago, on this 22nd day  of March, England officia