While the cat's away - Part II

Part I of this post can be found here.Have you ever thought that as you get older you become more and more like your mother or your father? Paul says he sees a lot of my mum in me sometimes. I don't necessarily agree, but then again he probably sees me differently than how I see myself.

Paul on the other hand, he is well aware of his own personality traits and the things that make him (as TMcC once called him - which to this day he hasn't forgotten) "eccentric." One of them is his sudden desire to germinate plants from tiny little seeds into what you see above.

It all started off with a trip to Kew Gardens. We picked up a very small propagator and some packets of seeds; a venus flytrap, poppies, pansies, a peanut plant, a banana plant and one other that we can't remember. The banana plant grew like crazy and the venus flytrap has the cutest little teeth.

But from this, Paul was hooked. So one Sunday he dragged me to Homebase to pick up an even bigger, more sophisticated propagator and even more seeds. Among these were cactus seeds and a daffodil bulb. From when we first met Paul used to tell me how much his dad loved growing cacti at home. Apparently they had loads of them. He used to tell me how gorgeous they looked once a year when they flowered. He never really showed an interest in gardening at all. Until now.

Last weekend, now that we have a car (thanks S&M - that's another post) we were at Homebase again and Paul couldn't resist picking up a freestanding shelving unit-cum-greenhouse which now takes pride of place on our tiny little balcony next to the outdoor table and bbq. The first thing Paul does when he gets home from his week long stint in Dublin (after kissing me hello) is go and and check on his little plants.

Oh ... he's such an eccentric and the apple, from what I hear really hasn't fallen far from the tree - his sisters will attest to that. They get great joy in teasing him about how much he looks and sounds like Dad.