Tag Archives: gardening

The vicissitudinous growth of grass…

The winter before last caught me by surprise with the early onset of rain. The final cut of the lawn was postponed due to wet weather… and remained that way until spring finally decided to put in an appearance. Now, … Continue reading

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Weather window…

For the past few days I have up to the proverbials in rose-thorns, leaf litter, mud and, inadvertently, the stream that runs through my son’s garden. I may have moaned about the cold and the wet, and the  sojourn in … Continue reading

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Irony…

The morning dawned clear, it was frosty and cold But the sun was ablaze in the sky… I was off to my son’s with my wet weather gear, In the hope that I’d stay warm and dry. ‘Cause I thought … Continue reading

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The stripper and the boy scout…

I stood, shivering, at the door, looking at the long expanse of pale, creamy carpet, glad that I had decided to start with the back garden. At least it is not overlooked. I began stripping off the filthy, sodden clothes … Continue reading

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Field of dreams..?

Long, long ago, when the world was still young and I was younger still, I moved into a house with a garden. It wasn’t much of a garden, long-deserted, overgrown and gone to seed, but my mind painted it in … Continue reading

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Soil of the Soul  from Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

Reblogged from Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman: In my garden’s soil, Flowers, fruit and herbs brighten: Rainbow-coloured hope. In soul’s wounded soil, Fear’s grey ash receives love’s seeds: Healing spreads deep roots. Continue reading: Soil of the Soul

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Lawnmower blues

It rained,so I can’t cut the grass, I did it yesterday… While I was ill, it grew so much The small dog lost her way. I’d conjured up a strimmer thing And wrestled with the shears, My poor lawn looks … Continue reading

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