Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist? Paradise Lost by John Milton.
Monday, December 10, 2007
When I was away...
Sydney was lashed by some pretty severe storms. Flights were disrupted, many homes were without power and hail the size of cricket balls fell. Fortunately, I got off lightly and the garden is still in fairly good shape.
The hydrangeas were still hanging on. ______________________________________________
The lemons weren't all over the floor.
Lost quite a few chilles, but there should still be enough come February. Damn.. I'm hot :p