Sunday, 26 April 2015
Yes, I still have that rabbit problem.
They don't give a hoot, not an iota or not one tiny bit of respect.
I think I have found the answer, I will show them who is boss.
You are wondering how am I going to get them to vamoos.
To leave my plants alone, to stop their endless scratching.
They will get their little tails a quivering.
When I show them what I've got.
It took me awhile to find her, but she is hanging out here now.
Yes, the meanest looking mumma rabbit .
To scare them all to bits.
I hope she does the trick, that they have nightmares for a week.
While she prowls around my garden.
I hope she can give them all the flick.
Sunday, 12 April 2015
I have been wandering, in my away from home wandering place.
Where all is peaceful and really, really nice.
Where I can paint masterpieces in my head,
Weave stories, in my mind, truth and also fiction.
To be forgotten, when I leave that wandering place of mine.
I wander with a little bit of company, that's is all I really need.
They are called, Solitude and Quiet. I enjoy them quite alot.
They are always there to come wandering with me.
To that wandering place of mine.
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Other Person Who Lives Here, has a worm farm.
No, he isn't really the gardener, worm wee liker person.
He is a person of ideas of catching a fish, type of person.
Rare occurrence, but a trier of the fishing catching skills.
I seem to have become the carer, feeder, looker afterer.
In other words, I'm getting a little attached to the worms.
So now the dilemma of what happens when there is one of those
sort of trips planned.
Do I stand there, arms folded in front of the worm farm.
Protecting the little wrigglers, or do I relent.
Let them go to their certain death, so someone can relax and have
some much needed time out.
Another gardening dilemma.