"Company."

 
     I have been having a bit of Me, Myself and I, company.

 Quite enjoyable in fact, we have had lovely fog here, Oh! yes who is a happy little gardener.

   Everything is all still and quiet, not a soul in sight. Present company accepted, that of Spoilt Black Dog Who Lives Here.

   Being a connoisseur of cobwebs and caterpillers, perhaps just a liker of, now I have looked up the true meaning, cos I couldn"t spell the word.

   Just wonderful to walk and watch, the day wake-up, the garden slowly emerges from the mist. Some odd beings say gloom, I say magic.

  Look how the sun shines through, the little drops of moisture, that hang on cobwebs. Can't tell me that is not magic.

   I'm convinced the world would be a better place, if we all took the time each day, in the company.

   Of "Me, Myself and I. No arguements, no need or greed.


         Just "Me, Myself and I.



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"Having a Chat."

    I am in the naughty corner,I am wicked bad and evil, have had far to much to say.

  Oh! Dismay, dismay, dismay.

   Then I heard a little whisper coming from near and  from afar.

  It was my garden calling, put the kettle on you dill and place a smile upon your face.

  Come outside and join us, we will have a wee small chat.

  I wandered out amongst it, and then to my surprise, I sort of turned all peaceful. Then quickly  realised, it doesn't matter what I say or even what I think.

    If it is said with good intent, I don't think it really stinks.

        Thank You Garden.

 

"Rooster Raging."

     Things are just not good in the Chook House, poor Up and
 
Coming Young Stud, has to have a permit to live here or it is

vamoose. Well I ask you, have they not got better things to do in Local Govt. than make up more rules.

    Did they not consider the plight of my girls, who have found

quite a liking for this Young hunk, in their Hen House, what right

 have they got to tell my girls they will from now on, live a life of celibacy.
    I can't even describe the state of my poor, crestfallen, Young Up

 and Coming Stud Rooster.

    If worst comes to worse and my letters of complaint, fall on deaf

 ears, and you hear of a crazy, placard carry person, with a rooster on her shoulder. No, she is not trying to be a pirate, who has

 misplaced her parrot.
    She is seriously defending the rights of the Up and Coming

Young Stud, to live a happy, fruitful life, along with his little smiling harem.

" In Need of."

      Where do I advertise for a "wanted- Fairy of Picking-up, Putting Back, capabilities.

    You know the ones, you don't find them in the

 Trading Post, nobody would be silly enough to trade them in.

  How come "Other Person Who Lives Here, can leave things where ever, with the thought that when required again, he will remember. Now please, I bet he can't recall what he ate yesterday.

  Now that Spoilt Dog who Lives Here, as joined in, well he is a male.

  Large hole dug, maybe short-cut to China was on his mind, maybe the thought of extra large bone for dinner. Now large crater, needs to be filled in by apparently not, Spoilt Black Dog Who Lives Here, must be my job.

  If you have a spare Fairy out there, will pay good wages for hire or even borrow short term.

"Crowd Pleaser."

    You remember back when you had pimples, worried about not being smart, clever, good enough, pretty enough all that irrelevant nonsense. Well yes, I know it was relevant, way back then.
 
  Remember those girls, you know the ones, the ones with long hair, that went swish, swish, when they walked and even longer legs. All those pimply faced boys, all went goggled eyed and gooed.

  You, were that invisible person, well you know you were standing there too. Well you thought you were, but no one seemed to notice.

 Well, I have a rose like that, minus the swishy hair, she just stands out. Nobody gets a look in when she pops her buds and wafts her perfume across the garden.

   "Lorraine Lea", you are a crowd pleaser.

"Walking."

     I have been walking in my away from home Walking Space, and a very nice space it is.
    All birds, bugs, beetles, trees of all shapes and sizes, some old some small.
    Now the problem starts, when I get home, do I write all sensible and nice or do I write all airy fairy stuff.

   You know, all sacred spaces, wee small fairy folk, enchanted tree stuff. Oh! how the imagination runs wild..

   Enid Blyton, May Gibbs, you have much to answer for. Enchanted trees, gum-nut babies and more and more and more.

  We will make the effort and decide,  maybe a little bit of this and a little bit of that.

"Oh! Wow."

     You know when you have those "Oh! Wow", moments. Had one of those today.

  No, not one of those when I see the  Other Person Who Shares this Place moment, that is more of a uhmm, not looking to bad moment.

  No I haven't come across Rod Stewart, singing in the veggie patch, that would a Wow moment of a different variety.

   No the carrots haven't  grown extra large or the  new young girls, that Young Stud Rooster is eyeing off, no they haven't started to lay eggs yet. So, no Wow there.

   No it was one of those Moments, you know  when you first venture out in the morning, the sun is just coming up,  everything is bathed in pink, the garden looks just the bees knees, all you can say or think is "Wow".

   That to me is a real big Wow Moment.