Tag Archives: gardening

The small dog and the gardener…

Posted on April 22, 2019 by

The grass had grown, was far too long, My mower wouldn’t cope. What if I trimmed it down a bit? That might work. I could hope. I got the trimmer all set up, The dog would not go in, Just … Continue reading →

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Fall ~ D. Wallace Peach #writephoto

Posted on October 2, 2018 by

Mrs. N planted moss around the bubbling waterfall and wiped her muddy hands on her jeans. Thank the stars that autumn was yoohooing at the garden gate. Summer was Mrs. N’s most hectic time with keeping the property up and … Continue reading →

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The vicissitudinous growth of grass…

Posted on April 30, 2018 by

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…

Posted on November 26, 2017 by

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…

Posted on November 25, 2017 by

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…

Posted on November 24, 2017 by

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..?

Posted on September 3, 2017 by

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!

Posted on July 19, 2017 by

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

Posted on May 19, 2017 by

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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Sweet briar

Posted on September 17, 2016 by

Now you’ve all heard the story about Briar Rose Or you might know her best as Snow White; The beautiful princess who wandered the woods Who they say was all sweetness and light. I have a complaint, she was not … Continue reading →

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