The wet weather has benefited my root vegetables as well as the cabbages. Above my turnips are a good 9 inches across, whilst my cabbages (below) are literally the size of a human head....
"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
Peace
The wet weather has benefited my root vegetables as well as the cabbages. Above my turnips are a good 9 inches across, whilst my cabbages (below) are literally the size of a human head....
lucky patient
Now believe it or not I have always wanted one, so I have tentatively accepted the offer ( bugger the fact that we cannot accept gifts in the nhs)...it's the nicest thing that has happened to me in a crappy, busy day.
Working all day tomorrow......
What a difference a day makes.................
The over sized cowboy hat that Chris bought me from Canada has finally come in handy again and at least my face has kept dry as I was emptying the twenty foot square potato patch.
Off for a long clean bath now, with tons of dettol added.....doesn't half gets you squeaky clean after a dirty gardening day.
Enjoyable day
Caught up with a couple of girls from work, who visited for potatoes and eggs ( but really wanted to play with the chicks and ducklings), chin wagged with Geoff for ages, who is constructing his own hen house, and sold a score of produce by an increasingly large number of cold calling villagers.( all of whoom keep you chatting for hours)
It was a case of lots of talk, not a great deal of work done, which makes a welcome change.
Met a delightful lady from the village called Sandra who came down to visit the field. She had recently got rid of her runner ducks , hens and allotment ( to make way for a new house in her vast garden) and was obviously suffering withdrawal symptoms for it all. We chatted for ages and bounced around some ideas for organising a village "produce group"..........I am Pat Archer........
Janet's Garden open
With a heavy heart
Roberta Flack- Kiling my softly with his song
I love this song. Heard it twice today, the first time was Roberta Flack's wonderful original, and the second time was the Buena Vista social club's latin American version on cd. I couldn't find the "social club's" musak-ish but ever-so-likable song on YOUTUBE, so will be content with Roberta.
The lyrics are stangely memorable, so I felt I had to research them on trusty wikipedia:-
"Killing Me Softly with His Song" is a 1971 song composed by Charles Fox and Norman Gimbel. The song was inspired by a poem by Lori Lieberman, "Killing Me Softly with His Blues", which she wrote after seeing a then-unknown Don McLean perform the song "Empty Chairs" live.[1] Don McLean does not wear his glasses when performing, thus the line "he looked right through me as if I wasn't there"