This year I decided to transform the bland block of concrete in front of my house into a lush verdant garden of wondrous delight.
I started with my biggest pots filling them with compost and sowing seeds. When that was done I felt brave enough to make a long fat planter to sit on my low flat wall. Little plants started sprouting and I have the beginnings of spinach and peas, poppies, morning glory and garlic, there is also a carrot top from the compost bin that is enjoying being there so much it has put up a plume of feathery leaves.
Some people see my planter and think that I have provided a fancy litter bin. I pick out paper chip wrappers and discarded drinks cans before I head off to the Brain Doctor's - today an ant trail showed me the remains of a burger bun buried in the soil, last week a passerby plonked plastic pots of stunted garden centre orni-mentals on my delicate babies.
I'm getting quite cross about this
Birth order doesn’t predict your personality but here’s what does
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Michael J. Coren at the Washington Post: Many of us assign personality
traits to the family pecking order: the bossy firstborn, the peacekeeping
middle chi...
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My ire would be a few notches higher than quite cross...
ReplyDeleteI need to reserve my strength Dinah
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ReplyDeleteI do find myself thinking about writing a passive aggressive sign
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