Never ever will I, whinge again.
I have been far across the sea, to a place that has been,
quaked and cracked and crumbled.
I would have been so scary, no probably much more than that.
They just go about their business, they have so very little.
They make do with what they've got.
They made me feel quite humble.
I'm glad I ventured there, and hope my little bit.
Has made a tiny bit of difference.
The scenery is awesome, their roads not for the faint hearted.
The food was just plain yummy.
The friendships made were great.
Now I did say I would never whinge.
That, I would be quite content.
But the weatherman has said 40 degrees, so I am rethinking
what I said.
Well, perhaps not quite right, ordinary brown snakes.
They think they are welcome to hang out in my shed.
They haven't got the story right, they are not welcome there at all.
Now I open it with caution, asking is there anyone inside.
I remove my hat and sunglasses to get a good look inside.
Yep, there they are a wiggling, and jiggling all about.
I close the door, behind me and leave a parting word.
If you really think you are welcome.
Please wait for your invitation, I will pop it in the mail.
Please don't hold your breath while waiting.
I might be lucky enough and you will all expire.
I'm not a happy camper, I cleaned my house today.
In fact I'm really, really quite angry.
If I wasn't such a lady, I would say it another way.
Don't tell me you like Summer, I have my broom in hand.
Well, it only starts tomorrow and I'm over it right now.
Anyone who says they like it, may get a jolly good beating.
This old witch, just doesn't ride who broom.
She could give you quite a clout.
The dust may clean out, with a good sweep and mop.
But my poor old mop-top tree, has been snapped off.
So don't tell me you like the summer, the wind and all the dust.
This Old Witch, is feeling evil, so just watch your step.
School reunion, long time since I started, long time since I left.
It was nice to have a catch-up, to laugh and have a chat.
To compare just how we used to look.
Then wonder where all the years went.
Why didn't we keep in touch.
As I wander round my garden, it's like a little catch-up.
Without the little chat.
There are plants here and there, that came by way of cuttings.
So there is a little pot of Gracie, a rose from Marg.
Also the bits I've borrowed, also the bits I pinched.
There are trees that came as thank-yous'.
Gifts in rememberance.
My garden is a catch-up every single day.
Do I need a new "Do",
No not the snip and colour kind.
Perhaps I need another "Do",
One of jam and cream and scones,
Throw in a little music and a visitor or three,
The garden has gone all natural, its truly run amok.
The gardener has been slack and lazy and doing other stuff.
She needs to be reminded there is stuff to do outdoors,
The thought of a "Do" a happening somewhere down the track.
Just might get her off her backside. Get her back outside.
And tackling all that stuff.
It has come around again.
The Town Show is here again.
The kids will be busy, Making floral saucers.
The patterns going round and round.
The big people, will be checking out their gardens,
To find the very best, the competion can get very fierce.
Everyone is vying for that trophy.
The very "Best in Show",
The biggest, longest carrots, the roundest reddest beets.
The best looking rose, the best bunch of this and that.
And on and on it goes.
But if we do not enter and want to really win,..
You know, we wouldn't have a Show.
It's here, it"s on the sky is quite a buzz.
That little band of voluntees have done a bonza job.
Lots to see if you look above and lots to see below.
Problem here, but small I know.
But needs some thought and much consideration.
I have my laundry to hang out, while they fly up there above.
Now I am in a little dither.
Do I hang my not so small, "smalls" out there.
For all to view and see. Will they think they are and SOS flag.
Flapping in the breeze.
Has made a tiny bit of difference.
