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.
Short pictorial update on progress of our Old Age Garden.
My first poem. I was helping a friend figure out a decent format for writing verse. Turns out I just went with the flow.
“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.
It started with a few Guinness last weekend. Offers were made and accepted. A table and chairs set would change ownership and be delivered without
21st June 2021. 9pm: I’m in a hurry to spend time in the garden to savour the longest evening, so I’ll be as brief as