hill with my trusty barrow and fill it up at the sheep yards?
Then comes the hard bit, hoping that my daughter or one of
the grandies will take it up again. Not so bad really, usually
score a cup of tea while asking.
My back resenting the exertion, straightened opening a view
of the first rather moth eaten golden Jonquil,
also the grass having sprung up with the few days of rain
threatening knee height and blanketing beds and paths on
its inexorable march to infinity.
Can you guess what I mean when I say weeding, they sprang up while I was pruning roses ... really sneaky!
I'm game, I actually love , yes, Love weeding. Now I must tell you,
I am a person of great forsight, the Boyscouts motto and all that
you know....I always liked boys....ah well.... I bent to indulge myself
with an ogry of weeding only to discover that my heart had become
so jealous of my knees it would not allow my head anywhere near
them. A bit of a disappointment but I have my ways and means,
so down I went on one knee in proposing mode. Remember the
Boyscouts? Yes I was prepared for any eventualiy, my gardeners'
hands were soaked in Skin Repair to their eye balls, I wore gloves.
I even wear gloves at night to evade awakening to mysterious stiff
Polish sausages grafted to my wrists. Well there I was enjoying my
orgy when I spied some tufts of grass among the Freesias. The clump
of Freesias was rather thick and gloves are not known to distinguish
between them and grass. My right glove came off, but only for a
moment you understsand, and, as my knee was getting a bit stiff
from moisture and cold and hard ground, it formed a little, but
effective, insulator. Thereafter I did what I like doing best....
I weeded with gay abandon, savouring the moist earth, talking to
the worms and squashing the armies of little white imported snails.
My cup runneth over. I am at peace.
Flowering at the moment
Surprise in the shade-house
A violet from my mothers garden many years ago
Cosmos in mid-winter?
Tanacetum parthenium (Feverfew) with pine mushroom in background
The first Hyacinth
Ruby grapefruit, not really aflower, but so bright
Glowing ruby seeds on honeysuckle
Hail pelting down on front path.