Spendid

.....The thought of the tea pot kept me going.

After I laid various bulbs in the rockery I went out front... this time not to cut but to plant some daffs, even digging out a small space under the bay window. In this space I planted something I can't spell, they are red and dangly, at any rate I dug them a good home.
I can't wait to hear what Gray has to say...I don't do 'measuring' or 'preparation' or even know quite exactly what I'm doing out there, but when I get the urge I devour it.
No sheets of paper or checking online, just an idea and that idea was to put some flowers in front of the bay window. This new bed is a little raggedy but considering it was dug with a hand tool AND I was on my knees for like forever, it ain't half mad mate.

Then after drinking in some warmish air I kind of pruned a rag bag rose bush, I say kind of, because I don't know how or where to cut. But the yellow rose bush looks tidier. Didn't even attempt the jungle by the front door, will leave that to Gray, he knows best and has better tools than I have. After all I wouldn't expect him to know how to make a beef pudding. Each his own, each his own.
I digress.

After I bedded the daffs etc I made a move on tidying the browning debris which shows no sign of disappearing! But I got a little in the recycle bin so I was happy...ish.

Whilst gardening, I listened to a play on R4 about a little Russian boy who was adopted by a group of dogs. Loved it. I could see the child and the dogs and heard the yelps and felt the fear. No pictures to look at, no screen to dissolve in front of, just the power of my imagination and a collection of stimulating words. Can't remember the title or writer but does it really matter, what matters is she kept me listening.

I wrote a little something earlier today, as usual it was a sweet verse about love on the battlefield of life. Has no relevance to me or my situation, just a collection, a bundle, of words which ran down my chest and then all over the old keyboard.

I might from now on, do more of that, post bundles of words which are not poems or prose or even have any meaning, just sentences which swill around my brain and need spewing out:)

Am so looking forward to the weekend...lots of good food being cooked, a possible trip to the seaside, not just to wax about the frothing ocean.....;) but to count out how many £1 things are in my basket.
Really must keep my eyes open for some kind of whacko cheapo funno fencing...I feel it'd add a little body to the newly born flower beds.
(Graham, by the way, was pleased with last weeks efforts.)

So on my weekend travels it'll be a mixture of yummy food (Burger King and homemade delicacies) and joyously appreciated spending (at least £5.)



Being executed tonight:
A Toad in its hole.

Splendid!