Caption needed – what is happening with this elephant?

Elephant with birds

We asked for captions on our Facebook page on Friday. Last time we received so many brilliant ones for the bunny rabbit that we couldn’t resist doing it again.

Here are the replies we received:

  • Are we half possom?
  • Are you ticklish?? ooh go on you know you are !!
  • I nose you don’t I?
  • Here… hold on to this n we’ll make a Trunk call to find your Mummy, but we’ll play until we do x
  • Wanna play with me?
  • Baby pals
  • “Ooh you smell nice”
  • Nope your not mine either lol xx
  • Here chick chick here chick chick
  • So your saying I’m not one of you?
  • No your not my mummy, no your not my mummy, nope your not my mummy. Mummy!!!!!!! Where are you?!
  • Who you calling big ears?
  • Give us a kiss!
  • Have you lost your mummy. do you want to make a trunk call?
  • Ur trunk is not as big as mine, why?

What do you think is happening on on the picture?

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What would your caption be?


Caption needed – what is this bunny rabbit thinking

What is this bunnny rabbit thinking

Sometimes we have some really brilliant answers on our Facebook page that we just have to share here, too.

Our question was ‘Caption this, what is it thinking’ and we got these brilliant answers, which is your favourite one?

  • Is that rain I can smell?
  • how can I reach those carrots !
  • Please sir I want some more!
  • its thinking.please don’t put me in the pot,i’m to small to be
  • Nice paint job!
  • My name’s Peter and I’ve lost my blue jacket can you help me ?
  • Been a long week, time for a few duracells.
  • freeze …… they will think your furniture don’t make a move
  • Now where did i put my drink
  • How long do I have to stand here begging for a carrot?
  • how am I going to reach them carrots hummm
  • I am not polishing this floor again
  • so who ate all the carrots???…
  • hare today gone tomorrow lol
  • don’t put me out in the hutch its smells
  • Well, has my audition went well, for Watership Down 3D then ?
  • Hey, I find watching humans in their 3D warrens above ground very boring and they look stupid!!
  • Now how am i going to get up there where that delicious lettuce is
  • Thank goodness its the weekend and a bank holiday too…
  • Someone please start the music again, I can’t stand still much longer
  • Wheres all the girls ?
  • where did I put my rollerskates
  • Bunnio, Bunnio. Wherefore are’t thou, Bunnio?
  • Will I make it without skidding???
  • Sorry about the lettuce plants, But I’m too small to make a pie
  • It’s a long way up to that lettuce leaf
  • Stranger and stranger
  • Don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore!
  • Please can I have some more?
  • All the worlds a stage…
  • Oh no Rabbit pie for dinner…. run kids…..
  • What if they find out i’m wearing a costume?!
  • ‘I have a castle on a cloud ……’
  • Think i took a wrong turn somewhere!!!!!!
  • Have you seen my mummy.
  • Excuse me, I’m looking for Stuart Chester. He really recommended the hare regrowth additive”!
  • i think my duracell batteries have run out!
  • Am I too late to be the cute Easter Bunny?
  • Hop or flip?
  • “are you seeing this giant carrot man or is it just the acid?”
  • If I walk up straight they might never notice im a bunny rabbit
  • that cooking pot looks ominous!
  • “Carrot, where art thou?”
  • Please can i have a carrot !!
  • Hmm made it this far, now which way !!!!!
  • When I grow up I want to be……
  • Don’t like the wall paper
  • I’m tiny, just a little cake is fine thank you..
  • Wondering what it can get up to next, just like my rabbit you can see when he is thinking.
  • Nope, I’m never going to make that jump to the table with the salad on it……….never in a million rabbit years!
  • they look like carrots on the table but i can,t reach them.
  • will you be my mommy
  • Ahem! I wondered lonely as a cloud…….

wedding-meCat works in the marketing team and is responsible for online marketing, social media and the newsletter.

She spends most of her time reading about a variety of interesting facts, such as oddly named Canadian towns, obscure holidays and unusual gardening.

She mostly writes about Primrose news and current events.

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The Outdoor En-Suite

Over the past few years we’ve had some building work done on our house. Unfortunately it took longer than expected, so in the thousand years that the builder was with us I built up quite a stock of expectation about what I could do when the world righted itself. I also built up a stock of surplus household fittings for one reason or another. One of those was a large bath that had been relegated to the back garden due to it having a chip out of the side. A new one was delivered but we kept hold of the old one as I figured it would make a pretty good plant pot.
Plants under netting
Then a little while ago one of my neighbours very kindly popped over with a load of strawberry plants. She’d planted them out and they’d run wild so she was trying to get rid of a few. I was over the moon and decided to plant them in the bath. I put the bath on a few bricks to raise it for drainage and then started to fill it with bits of masonry and bricks, polystyrene and compost, anything really that I could hide in the bottom of the bath rather than taking to the tip.
Outdoor En-Suite
I planted the strawberry plants in the bath and covered it over with netting so the birds couldn’t get to it and I’m pleased to say that, despite all the rain we’ve been having, the strawberries are thriving. We’ve been picking quite a few of them and we even made ice-cream with them. The raspberries are all starting to ripen too so it’s mixed berries for pudding.
Delicious homegrown strawberries
I also found a butler sink going cheap that I’ve put to good use as an outside sink underneath the outside tap. It’s perfect for sitting pots in when they need a good soaking and for filling up so the children can do some of the watering for me, though they seem to prefer using the hose so they can soak each other.
Sink and rockery garden
To finish off the set I somehow ended up with not one but two toilets that weren’t needed. One of them had a crack in it but the other was just surplus. Now I know builders, friends and loved ones all think I’m nuts but I quite fancy using these unusual porcelain pots in the garden. I’ve been trying to decide what to put in them and where to put them in the garden. I did consider planting my Jerusalem artichokes in them but didn’t think it would be palatable to eat a tuber that was wrested from a u-bend so now I’m thinking maybe alpines might work but if anyone has any suggestions please let me know.


Horsing Around at the Garden Centre

Horsing Around 1 Pots

Another weekend, another trip to the garden centre. After all, life is for living. Not just any garden centre either, no! This is one that has never been visited before (well, by us anyway). There is a palpable sense of expectation and the promise of what is to come creates a frisson of excitement in the car. Well, for two out of three of us that is, for as is often the case my mother is coming along for the ride.

The afternoon visit starts innocently enough with a stop off in the coffee shop. After all, a pre-race meal is always important. But we will not be distracted by these frivolities for long: Once we have sampled their tea and cake, it’s time to get down to brass tacks. Now, as my summer bedding has been purchased and planted, I have to play this carefully, so I suggest sharing a trolley all in the name of reducing my husband’s blood pressure. My mother’s reaction (almost imperceptible except to the trained eye) is one of sheer horror but she recovers herself well and agrees to this daring plan.
Horsing Around 2 Planter
My husband, relieved at the thought of any constraints to my potential purchases, needs no further encouragement and is back in a jiffy with the world’s smallest shopping trolley for us to share. Indeed, shopping with him is comparable to hunting with a game keeper.

Mum’s look of horror has been replaced with one of alarm and any concerns over blood pressure now centre on her as she squeaks, “I thought it was larger than that!” Oh dear. I can see she has already calculated the square footage and number of possible plants that could fit inside and I realise I need to act quickly if I’m to capitalise on this scenario.

As my husband pushes the trolley out of the cafe I realise that this is a two-horse race and not only are we under starter’s orders, we’re off! I’m first past the post to the nearest display and the going is good to firm. The first trolley space is claimed with a lavandula. Onto the second and I’m now two furlongs ahead as a parahebe makes its way in. I hear the dismay behind me; “Blimey, she’s got two plants in already and I haven’t even started looking!” This is from mum who’s clearly rattled.
Horsing Around 4 Flowers
And so it’s daughter in front with mother off the pace and bringing up the rear of the field. Daughter is going, past the alpine section and heading for the summer bedding. Mother has bolted to the ceramic pots and is being allowed to settle. In the meantime, daughter has eased up and is soon boxed in behind a Welsh couple discussing the merits of conifer vs box hedging. Champing at the bit, mother has changed course and has soon drawn even with daughter.
Horsing Around 5 Hydrangea
Attention taken by lobelia and begonias, mother has given way and daughter sets a pressured pace, round the herbaceous plants. And now it’s mother trailing behind, two osteospermum languishing forlornly on her side of the trolley and now it’s daughter all the way, crossing the finishing line to the tills, complete with a whole trayful of plants and a shabby chic tin planter (possibly more shabby than chic but half price nonetheless). Trouble is, I’m going to have to wait for her to catch up; we’re sharing a trolley you see!

Lou C

50 Shades of Pink

Seduction. The art of the garden centre. There seems to be a certain magic that unleashes itself as soon as I reach the car park, regardless of whether I am in the market for anything or not – and my bank balance usually suggests that ‘not’ should be my default position.

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