How does my garden grow?

My mother-in-law gave me this great book a year or two ago, and I finally found the time to do one of the many great projects in it. We spent most of the last three days in the garden, getting very dirty and having lots of fun, and we now have peas, carrots and lettuce planted in the vegetable patch, and we have lemon thyme, sweet peas, dianthus, and erysimums in our "smells of spring" flower patch.

Mummy-fied

I never wanted to be a mummy, which is the unfortunate English term for a mother. I am Mommy, Mama, or Mom, thank you very much, indeed. But as my children's English accents are becoming more pronounced, I am slowly leaving my identity as Mom and moving into one of Mummy. Which is probably appropriate, as my waking hours are becoming more and more about mindless wandering, doing tasks that require little if any brain-power. If anyone sees me walking with my arms out in front of me, knees not bending, don't be alarmed, I've just been mummy-fied.