The genome character caused much hilarity at the week-end amongst my friends, in fact Shirley is now going to look for one in Turkey. I just hope there are no religious tensions amongst gnomes, I will not stand for hooliganism in my garden. It's not a perfect place, but I don't like vandals in it.
We are experiencing weather that is more mid-summer in temperature and character, than mid April. It is wonderful! Never mind going away, I can eat and drink in this heat in the garden and imagine foreign things with great ease. My friend is in Cyprus in her home over there. She has a pool and a blog spot that she puts pictures on, I just add nasty bloggits. Now I cannot provide the swimming pool, although I am in the middle of digging a garden pool - for plants, not people, but I can do the flowers and the builder in the shower. I think there is a fit of one-up-womanship coming upon me. The other aspect that Cyprus excels in is the restaurants that she goes to, be they cafes or more upmarket places, it will beat those in Shropshire with ease. So perhaps I shall have to start cooking again... or more honestly learn to cook exotic foods.
I have planted some vegetable for my little patch, tomorrow I am going to sort out the wood to make some triangular prisms for my beans and peas to grow up in a decorative manner. (My woodwork skills are so awful, so I will try to get Tim to help me on Monday,) I suspect the neighbours will be taking bets on how quickly the creations will tip over. Meanwhile I shall be distracted by the slow moving catastrophe and the slugs will eat all the delicious new plants - as they do every year! The trials and tribulations of trying to grow my own veg are tremendous, I think it is all out warfare for most of the time, the enemy being alternately the weather, the snails, slugs, cats, visitors wanting to eat my asparagus and purple sprouting - how dare they? And time too - it is such a demanding part of life.
If I get round to doing this blog properly, I will put in some pictures for judgement about my little patch. But I don't want judgement really - it is not so fantastic, admiration would be good but unlikely.
The little man with the boots and the funny hat has migrated from the anemones to the veg patch, I thought I would make him useful. He also looked as if he was going to pee on my dog's tooth violets - and I' m not having that!
Now to sort out the pile of papers on my desk - ugh.
We are experiencing weather that is more mid-summer in temperature and character, than mid April. It is wonderful! Never mind going away, I can eat and drink in this heat in the garden and imagine foreign things with great ease. My friend is in Cyprus in her home over there. She has a pool and a blog spot that she puts pictures on, I just add nasty bloggits. Now I cannot provide the swimming pool, although I am in the middle of digging a garden pool - for plants, not people, but I can do the flowers and the builder in the shower. I think there is a fit of one-up-womanship coming upon me. The other aspect that Cyprus excels in is the restaurants that she goes to, be they cafes or more upmarket places, it will beat those in Shropshire with ease. So perhaps I shall have to start cooking again... or more honestly learn to cook exotic foods.
I have planted some vegetable for my little patch, tomorrow I am going to sort out the wood to make some triangular prisms for my beans and peas to grow up in a decorative manner. (My woodwork skills are so awful, so I will try to get Tim to help me on Monday,) I suspect the neighbours will be taking bets on how quickly the creations will tip over. Meanwhile I shall be distracted by the slow moving catastrophe and the slugs will eat all the delicious new plants - as they do every year! The trials and tribulations of trying to grow my own veg are tremendous, I think it is all out warfare for most of the time, the enemy being alternately the weather, the snails, slugs, cats, visitors wanting to eat my asparagus and purple sprouting - how dare they? And time too - it is such a demanding part of life.
If I get round to doing this blog properly, I will put in some pictures for judgement about my little patch. But I don't want judgement really - it is not so fantastic, admiration would be good but unlikely.
The little man with the boots and the funny hat has migrated from the anemones to the veg patch, I thought I would make him useful. He also looked as if he was going to pee on my dog's tooth violets - and I' m not having that!
Now to sort out the pile of papers on my desk - ugh.
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