The weather outside looks good. It looks good and is good. Good if you like the sun and a bit of a chill. Its a chilli though that is very chilly, the type that makes your fingers cold. This stops me. This stops me wanting to do all the things I want to do. No I am mistaken.
With a cardi on I make my breakfast and sit in that fresh chilly air, and the postman has been. So as I eat my breakfast I lust for a read, a rrad that wasn’t on the agenda.
Now if you are sitting comfortably let me begin.
Once upon a time there was a troll, who sat at the banks of a vast lake.
Here though next to the lake the dwarf cherry blossom tree looks happy, where the polygana was happy until it got endlessly wet.
Maybe I’ll even get a blossom or two.
Even the Prius is starting to grow at last, after all these years, although its leafs are white not red. Perhaps that will happen later.
Mean while, in the dew, things are looking mighty pretty.
and very extravagant.
Even some tulips are coming up. In fact everything seams to be coming up.
All I need now are five hundred chilli plants to grow.
I smile a wonder smile.
Even the pear tree has decided it will grow.
It will blossom.
Yeah this plant is truly nice.
And this year I have so many of these.
The stick by the door doesn’t look alive, but then, neither do the other three.
I wander from border to border.
Amazed at their grace.
The sharpness of their delight.
And around the front, now watered the plants look happier too.
You can see their sparkle of life.
Their tranquillity of delight.
It is though at least time to get one thing done that has come to mind.
And I head to the plant stall in Rugeley we saw last week. I get some plant, I know that will make her happy.
Round the parents the plan to change the thermostat on the old girl did not go to plan. Well the plan was to change it, a simple job, well that was until German engineering got in the way. You have got to be kidding me. Seriously. Instead I turn my expertise to a different job.
One that does not need doing, one that isn’t a job at all, one that I just thought you know what, why not.
And by dusk all 4 are done. Sad but true.
Back at home, I return to what I am addicted too. Slashing and adventuring….