I've got a poem in my head But I can't find it, so instead Here's a tale I made up That partly concerns our friend Red. Red's a "squirl" with a swishy tail I asked her from where she did hail. "I come from over there", she said, Pointing with a nod of her head.
"But I was told, If I was bold, I'd get a peanut for my lunch And I did, so thanks a bunch." Then off she fled Back up her hill That little 'gel We call Red.
My garden still is looking sad Winter's chill, made it look bad. But little bits of green I see Upon the bush and on the tree.
This morning I noticed in the flower beds 5 million 301 wild strawberries pushing their heads. I counted them myself. No I didn't. I got the count from a passing bird Who used the system he said he'd heard Is used each year for the annual count Of his "herd". But I think he was having me on Where did that "one" come from?
My lilac's not in bloom, But it will be very soon. I went out to take a look And a tick on me did hook. Curses. Starting out so soon They're already all "aroon". Beastly little swine.
Bergemia is it's name, Or so the 'Net does claim. We'd never met, before It was found outside my door. Seems like it's doing well In fact I'd say quite swell.
As you may very well tell I'm the gardener from hell. It's all I've ever claimed Mum would be so ashamed! This poor bush looks done Really rather glum And yet....buds! Last Fall "my man" came round To trim things back a bit... Instead of asking me, And cutting moderately, He sought advice elsewhere And trimmed my bushes bear. Oh Dear. They did look sad. No wonder Chuck was mad. (His burrow's underneath!)
Things are deteriorating! I thought it would be good to keep my blog going, something to focus on. I still feel that way but what with my internet provider and various other things fighting me these past few days I feel I am rather letting my side down, as they would say in England.
I’ll try to do better. Maybe I’ll dig out some ancient photographs of somewhere I went a long time ago. Let’s see……..