A glorious day, one for exploring the garden.
Spring is with us and temperatures will be up into the 20s centigrade this week.
Yet we still have standing water in the paths at the far end of the garden.
Next week the bottom lawn will be dry enough to cut; that or we designate it Dog’s Meadow and give up.
While you contemplate these pictures, I offer you a little light gardening horror to contemplate….
For two years, dad toiled to have the garden perfect for Daisy’s wedding.
He spared no expense, no effort for her big day.
She knew what it meant; she couldn’t disappoint him, even after each revelation: Craig’s cheating, the two exes and four children.
The lying was inexorable. She’d go through with it.
Daisy held the knife against the cake and waited for Craig’s hand to relax.
Her first blow severed an artery but she didn’t stop.
As she waited to be led away Daisy noted her father collecting Craig’s gore.
‘What’s that for, dad?’
‘Shame to waste it, don’t you think?
All those nutriments
Meanwhile, I need to get back to writing…