There were some troubled people writing nursery rhymes and fairy tales for children. Cats in wells, broken crowns, lost sheep. Big bad wolves and crazy axemen killing them. Nasty old bags trying to cook children in the oven, poison apples, children all dropping down dead from bubonic plague. And my personal favourite, the little matchstick girl, homeless and freezing to death on christmas eve. No wonder so many people my age are in therapy. I always wondered if the owl and the pussycat made it to land safely in their beautiful pea green boat. And of course there's poor old humpty dumpty. There he is sky larking around on the wall. I guess his mother never told him that it's always fun until someone gets hurt. But he's not just hurt, he's dead. He couldn't be put back together again. And the kings men are trying to warn him. And I know humpty probably didn't run with the gingerbread men but I needed something to put in the background. I made this one using photos I took at some gardens.