It's grown remarkably in the last couple of weeks the split Jekyll and Hyde pesonality that the climate has had warm sunny conditions then torrents of rain have provided ideal growth conditions for the greenery that passes as our garden.
I don't have as much time as I used to working away more than before and the vegitation has taken full advantage of the absence of it's main protagonist.
The chickens when they escape evade capture easily darting into the long stalks of the Fegrig Savannah all you hear is an jntermittent disembodied cluck as they evade capture. The dogs are not quiet small enough to have been swallowed up but it will not be long now before they will.
Today of course I'm on full as opposed to part time domestic duty ( twiglet in full woolfest mode) so the neighbours have taken full advantage to plunge the secateurs further into my guilty gardening heart.
To my left mow, mow,mow to my right the sounds are even more complex with a full range of gardening paraphernalia being brought to bear on the already pristine lawn.
They even have the gardening equivalent of nail clippers or perhaps nasal hair removers for that snooker table finish. The earthen borders like the full pockets of said table brimming with colour from the annual, perrenial and hardy plants and shrubbery.
If the garden was a head of hair ours would be the unruly hippy head, unwashed, none conditioned and seldom waxed or gelled, comb or hairbrush being historical artefacts only seen on "Time Team".
Next door is a head of hair atop the smartest guardsman who models part time for bryllcream with assistance from Vidal Sassoon. Lovingly sculpted into a work of beauty.
Maybe I'll just take away the fence that adjoins us to the farmers field in order that his combine harvester can give our small portion of an acre the horticultural equivalent of a number 3 the next time?
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