My abiding memory of beetroot as a child was pickled or baked in a white sauce. Neither of which I was that thrilled with. Over the years I’ve acquired the taste of beetroot in a wide range of forms which is just as well since it grows easily and has become... Bees are working overtime right now making the most of the final flush of flowers in the garden. But not today. We’ve had wet wild weather so it just goes to show how much a difference a days makes. Fallen trees from the storms a couple of years ago still have their cones fully intact. Mental note to bring backpack and collect as kindling for fire. Mental note two, try not to think about winter every time a cloud comes in the sky. It’s only March and... Imagine how tedious it gets following the same route every day. It’s much the same for the bassets who fall in and out of love of their various walks. There is nothing worse in the world than a disgruntled basset. They are prone to sulks, dragging of paws... As storm clouds gathered over Wellington today it seemed a good chance to allow the words to speak louder. Here’s what I’ve been bleating about recently, courtesy of wordle and hand crafted by his lordship who’s too sick to do anything other than... 