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.
I have been wandering, in my away from home wandering place.
Where all is peaceful and really, really nice.
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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.
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.
Oh, Lordy,Lordy, Golly Gosh.
We really truly have done it.
With a few clicks there and a few deletes there.
Plus a few words not really meant for print.
We are printed in a book.
So when I am all tucked up in my Nursing Home.
I hope many years from now, I will be able to say.
Did I really live there, did I truly write all that stuff.
Will I remember all about it, or perhaps I will not.
But there will be a copy of "Gardenwhispering".
For anyone to see.
"Where for art there", No it's not Romeo I want.
Where for art there, garden shovel, I am sure I put you back.
Have you up and gone walk about, or done a shovel runner.
I am sure I put you back where all good shovels live.
But your whereabouts right now.
Has become quite unclear to me.
Am I losing the plot, or just my marbles. I'm sure I put you back.
Are you hanging out with the long lost secateurs.
Or perhaps just other stuff.
Is there such a thing as a Garden Lost Property Dept.,
If so, perhaps I need the whereabouts.
So I can go and visit.
Now really, truly, really, is the there a valid reason, why.
Why does it not want to rain on my garden.
Not those little drops and dribbles I am sent.
I want, big drenching drops, soaking in, big down pours.
Do I need Rain Dancers, to jump around and do their stuff.
If that is the case, please pop by, anytime will do.
Come clothed, half clothed or dressed in moonbeams.
Or even sunsparkles, in other words I don't care if you are all
Stark Naked, just as long as it rains,and rains and rains.
This garden needs a large drink.
Nothing Days, love them lots.
You know the days, the ones that aren't Sat, Sun, Mon. or even a
Thursday. Just a nothing day.
A day to do whatever, a real nothing much is happening day.
A don't need to use the brain day.
Play music day, drink tea day, read books day.
A spread manure day, a just a wander in the garden day.
A doesn't really matter day.
Just as long as they still happen, I will be a happy little gardener.
