This will possibly be the last shot of Le Jardin chez Bacon for the year. Seeing that I am one of the most untalented (and possibly laziest) gardener in the world, I had done superbly well for a first try. Even my mother, the acclaimed gardener (my friends describe my mom’s garden as ‘hotel manicured’) do not believe that I had actually grown anything – she thinks I’ve just bought it off the supermarket and took really nice pictures of it. So she is insisting that I take pictures of it coming off the ground to prove myself.

The best has got to be the comment my mom’s friend made when I told her that I’m growing strawberries, ” HAH?You grow vegetable ar? But you used to be so happening wan wor….aiya,what happened to you girl?”

Lolz.I feel so honoured.

Since we are moving homes in 3 weeks time, anything that are not in pots will be left behind…which is most of my plants and that includes my cherry tree and multiple root plants. So join me as we wave goodbye to the product of my 4 months of laziness….presenting my blooming garden in September:

My dark orange sunburst sunflowers – this is dedicated to my fav mom-to-be, maggie (her fav flowers!)

Fresno chilli peppers and Apache chilli peppers – more fiery than cilipadis

Fresh from the ground; my albino carrots, onions and beetroot.

(cat grown with love,not miracle-gro)

Watch my garden grow
Dead blooms
Cabbage Patch moi
Plants are growing

I don’t know how men do it. Anniversaries, birthdays, valentines’ day…how do you figure out what to get your better half a gift worth their weight in gold, figuratively speaking?

I hate receiving things that I have no need for (an ugly vase, a silver plated necklace – they have all ended up in the trash or as pass-me-on gifts). Not to say that I don’t appreciate the thought,but I hate it when I receive gifts that I have no use for, thus polluting the tiny space that is my home.I’ve also consistenly received cookbooks – don’t know why. This is why I always give huge hints to Bacon as to presents.I must say, he has consistenly done very well…and even though I had come up with major hints, he still manage to surprise me in a good way…usually by pretending that he has not bought me jackshit and suprising me with things that I’ve mentioned many moons ago.

Le Bacons are fast approaching the two-year anniversary of when things first got serious. As this is our first as Mr & Mrs, I was hoping to get something to commemorate the occasion. No, I don’t want a Selangor Pewter engraved platter nor matching articles of clothings. No cuddly soft toys either.

Even though I will benefit from it, I don’t think it’s very romantic to get him HMV vouchers or a sofa or a dryer. I know he’s been dreaming of a posh lawnmower,but frankly, I prefer him to slave over out lawn than get it over and done with in 5 mins. Heh.

Strangely enough, he don’t really like me giving him presents. Which makes it hard as he gives no hints. The only thing that he ever requested for were tickets to see Kylie Minouge – which I wanted to but somehow Kylie was at the back of my mind and I never got around to buying it. Poor Bacon threw a stromp when he found out that I knew she was having a concert and hid that away from him, on the ‘pretense’ that I wanted to surprise him with tickets. And promptly forgot to buy it. Luckily his cousin came to my rescue and offered him two extra tickets.

So it is now up to me to prove myself to not be a failure in the art of giving.What can I buy the boy who has the best wife in the world (aherm) and a pair of Kylie tickets?

York is the epitome of the fairytale english village. It’s the picturesque Enid Blyton storybook tale minus the golliwog (you’re not allowed to call them golliwog anymore, by the way. PC gone nuts.You are not supposed to sing Baa Baa Black Sheep, it is now Baa Baa Rainbow Sheep ). My last trip here was a visit to the famed Betty’s tearoom and basic bumming around on a holiday mood. Having moved really close to York, I had not made the effort to revisit this town – usually I get misled by the Factory outlet stores on the outskirts of town where Armani and Hugo Boss goes for 50% off.

We were here for the York international Food and Drink Festival, and there were some strange and wonderful food here as well…we had a wild boar burger (half eaten) and some dutch pancakes – which looks like the Kaya Balls in malaysia and taste quite like it as well . Unfortunately, I seemed to have lost all my pictures related to the food festival; so here are some other peeks of York

York Minister. Bacon at the entrance to the town centre – it’s like what you see in fairytales of Sleeping Beauty and such, there is a stone wall going all around the city to prevent unsavory attacks from enemies

Time waits for no one. Especially not a wild boar burger

Bounty of the land – fake vegs for autumn at the windows of Betty’s

Coming towards the close of diving season, the island bug has hit again.Every so often (evey week) I dream of an island life. And here is my dream – a catalouge in full color; pix by the-one-from-redang and me

Follow me to paradise

My name’s not nemo

The leatherback

I’m a trigger fish, not tigger the tiger!

We are chrismas tree corals..give us presents NOW

I am a giant la-la (trans: clam)

Table top corals (not table mountain casino for those fresnans)

The la la between the sticks

The-one-from-Redang

Mornings in paradise

Afternoons in paradise

Swim away your worries

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