GrumbleSmiles

I wonder if my garden resembles the world?

Certainly there were lots of surprises this spring, no thanks to Presidents Pushoff and Tramp.

WEEDS arrive without an invitation. Russian troops in Ukraine American bombs out of nowhere for Iran. No oil for a while. President Tramp must have joined the “Just stop oil“ protest🤡 Maybe he has become an environmentalist.

Now they both want garlands of FLOWERS to end the wars they started. A pock marked piece of waste land for President Pushoff in Ukraine and 13 blood red poppies for President Tramp to take back home.

Let’s hope after a wrestle with the spring weeds, we have a peaceful summer and …..

🌸🌻🌺A THOUSAND FLOWERS BLOOM🌺🪷🌸

to bring back a smile to this troubled world.

A second world war time song, before my time, but still in my memory, when my own apple trees begin to bloom.

Perhaps not so happy if sung by Presidents Pushkin or Tramp.

This is my Bramley apple tree just beginning to bloom. It’s at least 80 years old and still flowering in spring and bearing fruit in the autumn. An immigrant from Nottinghamshire.

The apple tree has a longer term in office than either of the warring Presidents and is a lot less troublesome!

Recently the news seems to be relentlessly bad. Day after day. Issue after issue. It’s almost never ending. It drags you down with it, if you are not careful.

🌻🌸But not in the garden🌺🌷

The garden news always contains some good news and lifts you up. Even on the rainy days.

A lone primrose in early springtime, defying its stoney surround.

Rhubarb breaking through the cold and damp, promising a pie before too long.

A reminder of good days gone by, at an Elderflower festival, never to be forgotten.

There were flowers all throughout ExtraCare in the blooming lives of its residents. Uplifting news in the days of old age.

A JOY TO BEHOLD !

There was a time when tulips made the economy boom. Sadly it’s not so simple these days. Now they just bloom not boom.

Just a glimpse of showy colour.

Or a flash of white.

Or maybe both.

Or the rarest black.

Each one bringing a smile, but not the financial riches of the past.

At the same time a free display of natural beauty from the bluebells

The March winds have blown away

all my good intentions for today.

I was going to dig over the garden,

and mulch the boarders with compost.

But it’s cold hard work,

easy to shirk.

The perennials will have to wait,

While I rest on the garden gate.

Enough to cheer your heart.

An immigrant from China

In an English country garden,

Must have come over on a boat.

Something of a star

among the daffodils and primroses.

All the rage in my student day 60’s.

No more war.

Just peace and love.

“Let’s all go to San Francisco.

With flowers in your hair.”

Wars are back again,

And not much peace and love.

I’ve still got lots of flowers ,

but, no hair to put them in 😀