We have had the drought months, which have ravaged my once floriferous cottage garden. Now the autumn rains are stimulating rapid growth of every not so welcome plant that has any energy left.
The ivy is growing at pace, as if it’s in a race with Usain Bolt. Can I and my sequiturs keep cutting it back faster than it’s growing? It will be a close run thing. It’s into the gutters. It’s up the walls. It’s almost into the roof.
Then there are the climbing roses. They lull you into a false sense of security with their brief, but beautiful blooms. But, next comes the 100 miles an hour growth firing out at all angles. Over the upstairs windows. Over the front porch, thorns waiting for an unsuspecting delivery person. Ouch! Over the next door neighbours garden wall, out of reach before I can catch it.
Next comes the Holly. Self-seeded, uninvited and devilishly prickly. I might as well become a blood doner.
Finally the blackberry brambles offering a gift of juicy fruits in exchange for lots scratches on your reaching out arms and a few more drops of blood if the thorns get you.
Gardening can be a dangerous business !
reality bites hard? all those years all those past memories in life! Could I have done differently, what will they say at my wake> He is an old tart? sweet but falls apart when questioned, ? Or a determined man who grew into a respectable ‘OLD FOOGY? full of sincere thoughts and chatter, A most pleasant charcater to meeet>
It all in ones thoughts as one approaches the steps to that Golden gate, and has to say a few words to st . Peter of why you/one is admitted to heaven and not hell!!!
Great John you have made me reflect on my life in this blog and the attached blogs, The thought I have is be pleasant, polite and cheerful in this life, as one meets ones fellow man.
Regards David,
PS enjoy your garden, while frieds and neghbours do the work of digging, planting, cutting grass, and trimming those roses, etc,- you just breath in thefresh air, and enjoy that cuppa on the veranda.
my garden age JOHN? Molly and I were going through old phographs of ours, and Bingo? a memory- YoU John with Molly and I in our ealier days , great you look so young? Question are you like me now , that ‘OLD FOOGY’ still with looks but a body trying support one active mind??? HEEE HEE/ I just wonder so does MOLLY, maybe MO has ideas. Good hunting regards to both you and MO John From Molly and I xxregards