It is spring; it’s lovely outside. And I’ve been in my garden.
I wrote this poem last year; obviously I was a little frustrated
If at any point my life seems drab and stale
My head begins to ache, my heart to harden
I open up my backdoor and go into my garden.
My gaze casts wide and never seems to fail
To find some joy and hopefulness
Amongst the verdant fruitfulness
But then alas, I spot the glitch, the little silver trail
Whose pretty zigzag wanderings
Will start some morbid ponderings
Could it be the bugger’s back? It’s beyond the pale
When you’ve spent so long in eradication
To see that shell is pure vexation
A battle won is not the war, o stubborn little snail
Beating you is a complete lost cause
I’m giving up; I’m off indoors.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
I love your poem and your garden looks delightful. Looks like dog and cat enjoy it too! (the garden not the poem)
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Yes Dog is oddly indifferent to both poetry and prose unless there’s clear evidence of a chicken supper after…
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Must be related to my dog then.
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It’s clearly good breeding…
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Snails are real reasons to rage against the light of spring. Lovely pictures.
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Sent by an evil force to make sure there is no gardening perfection
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You wooze Geoff, beaten by the little guys
They are less trouble than bees and flies.
Give the 🤪 little snails some beer
They’ll drink and drown and your garden will be clear.
Apart from that I need to say
Your slide show has made my day.
As for your poetic choice
I hear in there your mother’s voice. 💜
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Yep the old girl fought many a pest campaign without a clear winner ever emerging…
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I don’t think anyone or anything but nature wins those battles. But she loved her time in the garden didn’t she. 💜
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Oh yes… never indoors if she could be out…
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Good for her, bless, and you boys survived … 💜
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yep, the occasional feed and a quick rub down with a gravelly flannel and we were good to go
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Lol 💜
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Great poem btw
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I just love your garden it always looks amazing 💜
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It’s easy to photoshop…
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You are being too modest now 🤭
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moi!
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Indeed
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Gorgeous garden, Geoff. Nature always wins in spite of our best efforts. Mine is calling me to get to work but other things are more pressing this week. Maybe next.
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I manage to be more disciplined about the garden than the writing and
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🙂
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We had a cockroach invasion and had to get in the exterminators eventually, Geoff. Snails at least are outside.
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My son in law to be works for a humongous pest control business so you’d think I’d get help…
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Someone is doing a great job in maintaining your garden, Geoff. Beautiful.
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There is help as well as the family but we try to pretend we are extraordinary. Most people see through that
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Oh my. Slugs and snails are the worst. But they add a bit delightful whimsy to your poem.
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I think if I could do without I really would even though I’m told by wiser heads they actually do some good.
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I quite like snails – in moderation – but really see no earthly use for slugs – flies have more reason for living than those slimy little critters. Garden is rather lovely!! Busy reading, nearly finished…. you’ll hear from me later today if all goes to plan.
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No rush. Just reading through the next 50 pages or so before writing next parts…
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…and they make sure surreal splats when chucked against a wall.
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Superb photos and poetry that is pure Le Pard senior
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A chip out of the old pan…
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🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thanks Jennie
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You’re welcome, Geoff.
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I hope all who enter your garden, enjoy it to the utmost (including spiral shells and silvery trails). Happy springtime!
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Yes it’s been lovely so far. Long May it continue. Bit of rain this week end would be good
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I hope you got it!
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We had numerous slugs in our old gardens. We also got them drunk with empty tuna cans filled with beer scattered everywhere. One of your other comments advocates beer for snails too. They don’t seem to need expensive beer by the way!
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The ultimate cheap date.. I think that applies to a fair few in the dating pool..
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Good point. Glad to be out of it myself.
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Sweet poem and lovely photos! Thanks for sharing. I was just thinking about how my garden is both my bliss and my torment! I know how it can be a battle. But of course this is really the best time of year so hopefully you can enjoy. Cheers.
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Thanks Karen. The garden is blooming in spite of those frisky molluscs.
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