this is how one spends the days - potting and re-potting, watering and admiring. i’m still deciding whether i’m going to stick to my 2 baskets and fill them with tomato plants whilst everything else goes into pots, or buy less groceries to save money for more and baskets to fill up with flowers and things so i can hang them all along the roof of the balcony. OR, i could ask the corner store for the woven baskets that they use to store/display fruit in and throw away at the end of the week, and try lining them and then stringing them up to make hanging baskets - i’m only worried they won’t be strong enough or that they may rot away.

this gardening thing is obsessive, i tell you. i think about where to put which plants all day long, i scour gardening boards and forums, i spend hours in garden centres, and i keep buying more and more plants and seeds. but, y’know, it’s pretty and it takes my mind off things, and i get to chill out on the balcony and listen to the kids from downstairs play.

i’d rather get dirt under my nails and pick slugs out of the soil than have to study for exams. maybe i’ll open a nursery or a florists when i’ve made my millions bleeding clients dry with billable hours and legal-babble, which brings me back to the fact that i have a very hot date with bentham, austin, hart and kelsen. argh!