Early this morning, I have tidied bosoms in readiness for the open day
I will bag up potatoes to sell on the day, and should have spare cabbages and kale too
The only company I had was radio 4 and the three geese, who waited patiently for spare sprout leaves which they took gently from my hand
It's a no news kind of day
No news days are my favourites, for that means there is no disease, death, destruction or drama.
ReplyDeleteI do wish I lived nearer to you, as I would be buying some of your lovely stuff.
It looks beautifully weed-free; how on earth do you find the time!!!
ReplyDeleteWho needs news when you have geese..
ReplyDeleteNo news is good news, especially if it leads to a title like this one.
ReplyDeleteTranslation, please. I thought I knew what a bosom was. Apparently not. Whatever it is, I'm glad yours are tidy.
ReplyDelete'Bosom' is his term of endearment for his allotment - I dare you to ask why he called it that!
Deletesee this blog to understand all
Deletehttp://disasterfilm.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/my-bosoms-are-ready.html
Thanks to you both for the enlightenment! Sorry to have missed that original post. I should be ashamed of myself... and I am. I'm hanging my bosoms in shame.
DeleteSwitch off that rubbish and get Radio 2 on - it's good on Sundays - apart from Elaine Page at 1.00pm - she gets on my one last nerve - but Johnnie Walker is good from 3.00pm onwards - though I was thinking of boycotting his programme today since he didn't turn up to the Festival last Wednesday - and I won free tickets to see him!
ReplyDeleteps Do we get prize cards this year again if we won anything at the Flower Show?
apologies nana
Deleteyour certificates will be winging their way to you very soon
now i am feeling stupid. somehow your blog switched to german on my computer. yesterday i wondered why you were posting in german. here again this morning it was in german. i found that strange and then looked at the translation bar and it was set on german. so weird. fortunately i speak german so it would have been ok but it was rather strange to have you suddenly go all german on me!!! i need coffee.
ReplyDeleteyou are sure to increase your hit count with a TITle like that! (see what I did there?)
ReplyDeleteNo wonder you get loads of hits - even on a no 'news day' :-)
ReplyDeleteYou just gave me the best laugh of the day !!
the best sort of day is a no news day...the joy of being outside with pleasant creatures nearby...
ReplyDeleteA lovely peaceful day.
ReplyDeleteNo news is good news as they say John. Gesse taking anything gently is news indeed - my two got so fierce that I had to give them away.
ReplyDeleteI bet your view count went up today.
ReplyDeleteJane x
Bosoms are looking very tidy!
ReplyDeleteNow that is a sight....three geese waiting patiently!! Nice shot, John!
ReplyDeleteThose can be the best of days.
ReplyDeleteYou bosoms look beautiful, John. Wish I could come enjoy them in person, with all the rest of the village!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely field. You posted all those scruffy pictures in the past for sympathy, yes?
ReplyDeletei have hand cut all of that grass joanne... so yes i am loking for sympathy
DeleteWith a scythe? You're the man!
DeleteSorry Tom but you've got t wrong. The saying is "no News is Good Snooz" Go take another nap John
ReplyDeleteThat's some nice looking cabbage.
ReplyDeleteYour "Bosoms" soil looks so fertile and clean - like crumbly cocoa.
ReplyDeleteSometimes those are the best kind of days.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are beautiful !
ReplyDeleteAnd these kind of days are the best !
cheers, parsnip
I wish I could pop by for a bag of spuds, if I had a car I probably would x
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazingly hard worker, Mr. Gray (reading the comment & reply to Joanne about hand cutting the grass). Everything looks beautiful and well-cared for.
ReplyDeleteAnd aren't your geese quite laid back, to be patiently waiting and gentle??
Wish my garden was that weed free!
ReplyDeleteWe were away last week and a neighbour looked after my 'Bosoms'. Unfortunately, we forgot to tell him about 'Sam' the Scarecrow (who only scares the Bejasus out of unsuspecting adults). He screamed 'Sh*t' and the other neighbour was scared.... I have placated him today with some of our veggies and a plate of home made scones with cream and strawberries. Paul is still speaking to me!
ReplyDeleteYou have a great headline for a 'no news' kind of day John!
ReplyDeleteBosoms is looking fab. Not a weed is sight! Like Cro, I'm wondering how do you find the time?!
ReplyDeleteLike everyone else I am in awe at the weed free state of your bosoms. I am hanging my head in shame thinking of the thriving weeds in my garden.
ReplyDeleteWhat a soothing entry. As befits a Sunday.
ReplyDeleteI love your bosoms, John. Am totally disenchanted with myself this minute. Why don't I have bosoms and three charming geese? Those creamy cauliflowers to die for. Will pay you full whack, bring my own cumin seeds and feed you (and Chris if need be) the stir fry of all stir fries. Should you drown in a glut of courgettes (though not evidenced by your photo) look no further. Will pickle. Unless I stuff them. Or grate them into faux spaghetti.
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What sweet geese you have!
ReplyDeleteYour bosoms look well licked. :)
The cabbages are pretty and the geese are pretty. You could have included a picture of yourself. If I couldn't have said you are pretty, I could still have said "two out of three ain't bad." And who doesn't appreciate a quote from Meatloaf?
ReplyDeleteYet another titalating post title! XO
ReplyDeleteNo news is good news, or so the saying goes. Nice of your geese to be considerate of you, John.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week!
Your energy amazes me and your bosoms are magnificent... have a super day.
ReplyDelete( It's husband's 50th birthday today & I have nibbles for forty to prepare. Luckily I have some help & started cutting & dicing yesterday ! )
Now that sounds like an idyllic type of day. Conjures up a feeling of peace and tranquillity. You have an amazing way with words to get that across so easily.
ReplyDeleteIf you adopt me I could add my fine pair of Bosoms to yours.