“Coffee. Garden. Coffee.
Does a good morning need anything else?
~Betsy Cañas Garmon, www.wildthymecreative.com
The rain had stopped and the sun was trying really hard to shine. So I put on my gumboots and went out to look at what damage the hail and rain had done to my patio garden.
I was amazed to see just what lurks in my tiny patio garden.
The fly was just having a rest in the sunshine.
Lotte was checking things out
This statue always reminds me of the closeness of my sisters
and has moved with me many times over the years
It’s sad that this thing has lost it’s tail and has to rely
on the pot to hold it up
This was the most hideous thing you have ever seen
given to me as part of a joke by 2 grandsons last Christmas.
Fortunately Unfortunately, it has lost all its colours
The duck lurks in amongst the planting
The Mexican sleeps among the plants and weeds
My daughter bought this at a charity auction and it has
now been in four different gardens
Most of these things that lurk in my garden have been bought for me by the family. Some as jokes such as the gnome and the Mexican but all have special memories attached.
So what lurks in your garden today?
- Saturday Stroll (growingyoungereachday.wordpress.com)
- Lurking (coopersview.wordpress.com)
Whenever I have anybody doing work around the house I think of this song.
Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call. The gas tap wouldn’t turn – I wasn’t getting gas at all. He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main and I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.” Flanders and Swann
For the rest of this comic song and to get an idea of their quirky show, click here.
This will be very short today as there is really not much to report.
The concrete cometh
The contractors laid the aggregate on Monday afternoon.
They returned yesterday to put a finish on it and now I have an exposed aggregate patio.
Waiting for weeding and decorating
All it needs is for me to get out there and weed and plant and sow. You do remember that old children’s song. And although I now don’t have to mow I can’t get this song out of my head.
“One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow, one man and his dog named Spot, went to mow a meadow.
Two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow, two men, one man and his dog named Spot, went to mow a meadow……”
Now you will have that earworm with you all day. Sorry about that.
And while I ramble on about such inconsequential things as my patio, the people in Christchurch are living through another round of earthquakes and huge aftershocks. I really should be posting about them and how we feel for them in their upheaval and danger. We are told there have been 49 earthquakes around the greater Canterbury region in the last 24 hours with the largest being 6.3 on the Richter scale. See a video of the impact of the quakes here.
We are used to seeing shots of war-torn cities in Afghanistan, Turkey, Libya but never thought to see anything like this in our own land. And this is not anything that man has caused; this is nature showing us mortals its strength.