Ideas for poems...
Porridge sweetened by teardrops
The Eternal planner


Being cooked today:
Beef Cobbler
Lemon pudding and custard
Hazelnut Buns

Being pondered this afternoon:
Changes.

:)

What Will YOU Be Doing In April?

England 3 Belarus 1 Fantastic!

We're doing well under Capello's stern leadership. I like him.
Our next match is April next year, April! I can't wait that long. When I heard that we won't be playing another World Cup match for six months I got to wondering...
Will I still be going to charity shops (yes I need to clothe myself and decorate my home)
Will I still be having bouts of self-doubt (probably, unless I gain huge amounts of respect and money)
Will I still be moping around sniffling over boys and stuff (you betcha, because I'm a grizzling old woman stuffed with horrible hormones who should have been put out to pasture years ago)
Will I still be blogging (hope so, it's done me good and verily saved me so I'm not likely to discard my big white life buoy
And will I still be writing poetry (definitely, I love it)
So on that optimistic note I'll shove off.

Flouncing With A Chain Saw

Tomatoes have sprung up. Well a few half inch seedlings are poking their grubby heads above the dirt. C'mon boys me salads a-waiting...

Planted some small flowers the other day, can't remember what they're called, got them dead cheap, bought them because I wanted to save them from the hell of being left on the shop shelf. They look lost in my garden, but they're huddled together so at least they'll have each other for company.

While I'm talking 'green', put some white flowers, (can't remember the name of those either) in two plastic terracotta pots on my doorstep. They look a bit funny sitting either side of my ghastly white and glass door (God how I hate my door) anyway, there they sit, waiting for the postman, the meter reader and the beanpole of a paper boy.

Will have to do something about almost everything in the garden, I have to say I'm guilty of an awful amount of neglect and I'm now paying the price. I've never been a polish and duster merchant when it comes to gardening, because neat gardens scare me a little bit. Have always preferred to have a bit of the wild stuff. Suffice to say, the weeds have had a field day!

Being small and tender I tend to opt for growing things in pots, I just can't seem to do the digging thing. However I have no such qualms about chainsaws. Love those.

So what did I see just now as I took me bin out. Lots of shrubs planted over a period of ten years, a few wonky bird feeders, a lopsided bird bath sitting behind a flouncy Japanese Maple, a couple of broken fence panels leaning against a couple of sturdy Conifers, a good length of damaged hose pipe lounging under the washing line, my pair of robust taupe suede 'gardening' shoes propped up against the water butt while Jessamy the gnome looks on and laughs.

On my busy agenda today:
Flouncing around in a sun dress and straw hat trying to look capable, the making of some kind of general cake whilst keeping one eye on a beleaguered Gordon Brown at PMQ's, also might chainsaw the tops of a few bushes.
I might also write something.

Whatever you're doing today, do it with all your heart.