Much has been happening out back. The potatoes blighted, Sweet Peas just keeled over quietly and the begonias sulked for overwatering. On a positive note, everything else is doing really well, and I’m content to overlook the disappointments.
“Flying it” is a compliment given to a cyclist who is clearly very fit. Another phrase used is “going well”. Sounds understated, but equally complimentary. Both phrases are never used to describe oneself.
As you can imagine, now that I’ve come to think of it, I never really thought about it like that.
It’s easy to overlook a plant in decline. I’ll photograph this once a month, to savour the importance of seeing beauty after the first flush of youth and maturity.
While checking my three weather apps, I noticed that sunrise would be at 5:16am, so I got up just a bit earlier to get a photograph for the start of summer.
Sunday might last, and on Thursday I was on slug patrol. It’s like trying to keep the tide out. If I was spotted, with torch in one hand and scissors in the other, many questions about my sanity and my extreme bad taste would arise.