At least there is one flower I shall always remember the name of. Very conveniently the right colour.
Though I believe it is referred to as “bubblegum”.
Not by me.
As a child I thought bubblegum was fabulous.
My carpet of blue is not to be.
Lawn man turned up yesterday with his horrid machine to make us more respectable.
Mowing down all my little friends:(
Grass splattering in all directions.
Ten minutes of mowing madness.
(The grass lies where it falls, no clean-up here.)
You really don’t want to be in the grass when these chaps turn up.
Last year a lovely little milk snake was a casualty.
We saw one recently near one of Zoomer’s holes.
“Don’t eat my friends!”, I always say to garden visitors. Not very realistic. It’s what they do.
But I’m not convinced I need to look respectable…
How pretty are the wild meadows?
There may have to be a compromise. There’s a thought. People working together for the common good. What will I think of next.
Tomorrow, I may tell you about my foot…I bet you can’t wait.