Yes I mean it, hang on there, the winter has just begun.
I am not ready to dust of the bikini yet, sorry joke.
Far to scary, for you to contemplate.
I found "one" solitary daffodil, yep sticking itself right out there.
Now please, I want more cold, I want more fog, I want more of .
Well, I want lots, like reading by the fire, with lamplight.
With endless cups of tea, and lovely grey days outside.
I want to walk in the fog, look at moss and fungi growing.
Not sweat and moan that, it is just to darn hot.
I have a little bird, who is looking for a mate.
I think he wants a Mrs. or maybe just a fling.
All day he checks out a mirror, and primpts and preens with glee.
He wiggles those little tail feathers, winks and nods his head.
I tell him he has know hope in the love stakes,
If he keeps this nonsense up.
He is behaving like one of those Greek Gods,
Just looking at himself, now if I see him in a toga,
A olive branch behind his ear, I will shrug my shoulders
Just walk away, there is no hope for this little birdie here.
Don't you just love it, when Mother Nature says.
Get your gear off, show us your branches
Bare yourself, drop your leaves.
My trees do it so well, the brazen hussies.
A bit of a breeze and a twist and a twirl.
Not a leaf, left to cover their modesty.
Yes, they look fantastic, their branches all bare.
Beautiful, against a grey sky.
They know they look the goods, just to be admired.
Just love autumn, all its colour, followed by all its nakedness.
Don't you just love it, when something debuts in your garden.
When they pop their petals for the first time.
When they stick themselves right out there, for everyone to see.
When they really look the goods, they're are just the bees knees.
They think they're are pretty darned alright, when they decide to
strut their stuff. No coy and bashful petals here.
It's all out there,for everyone to see...
My Hakea has hit the big time.
She has popped her buds,her debut is taking place.
She can now proudly take a bow,she has done the long awaited'
We all admired her with pride. Another happy little garden
tale, from this poor old garden tragic.
No, I didn't wake to the smell of toast cooking.
Not even the kettle boiling.
Not a chocolate to munch on.
Alas, Whoa was me.
But No. don't feel sad for me.
I got the best present a Gardener could ask for.
The sound of rain on the roof,
The lovely sound of splish and splash.
So Mothers Day, was a good one.
I got the best present a gardener could ask for.
I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but is there anymore.
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.
