"Slack and Lazy, Payback Time."

  I have been bad, really slack and lazy, I have let the garden run  wild and free. Now the karma is here to get me, with every weed I see.

  People have been ringing, "Are you opening up your garden, for everyone to see,"

   Oh, golly, golly gosh, I would hang my head in shame. To hear all the tut, tut, tutting and "Did we really come here last year, please check the map again."

   I will get my hoe, a hoeing and will be going to and fro. The trouble is I don't really mind it, when it is all overgrown and free.

   The birds don't care, nor do the bugs and other creepy crawlies.

   So if you do just pop on in, don't expect it to be all bright and shiney.

" Tickets."

   What a happy little gardener is out there wandering today.

   While she mingles with the marigolds, she sings along to "Maggie May."

   While she walks on past the dam. she hums, "I'll be Sailing", as she wanders on her way.

   As she wields her little snippers at the weeds who are in the way, She tells them all to brace themselves, cos the "First cut is the Deepest." As she passes on her way.

   She can't wait to see that Scots man, that rocker they call Rod. She has tickets to his concert, she hopes he will sing "You're in my Heart".

 But she will settle for just anything, just as long as she can see that man called Rod.

'Addiction."

    I'm happy with my addiction, it's out there for all to see.

 Yes, I could garden day and through the night and be as happy as can be.

  So sad and really scary to see what else is out there, that can tempt our precious kids.

  It surely must be possible to get them all outside, kicking balls and talking. Chuck those new fangled Ipads and all those other things.

  Get them them outside conversing and looking at the world.

 Let them know there are other things, that can make you feel darn good. Let them know you don't need those drugs or even all that booze.

  Get them right outside, let Mother Nature do her stuff, plant a tree or just feel the earth. You may just start to realise just how good it is out there.

   Get your kids together and give them all a hug, we really don't know what is ahead for them.
 
      "Just give them lots of love."
 
  

  

 

"Whipper Snipper Woes."

    Why does my Whipper Snipper hate me, it never wants to start.

I'm sure it is a bloke, a Warren, Wayne or Lionel.
 
It just wants to stay within  the shed, and prop against the wall.
 
Doesn't matter what nice words I say, and perhaps a few not so really nice.

If it was a Wanda, Mary-Beth or Peggy-Sue, it would want to be out in the garden, soaking up the sun and working on a tan.

Alas, no go again today, " he" will be staying in the shed. I don't know what it is, maybe it's all that exercise or maybe just plain shy.

  I now will go and find my spade and just have a little dig.

"Wattle Day is Nearly Here>'

    So Wattle Day is nearly here, so that means the first  of Spring.

     When I was a wee one, and went to school to learn.

      We filled the room with wattle, every vase and jar  to the brim.

  We didn't get the wheezes or the sniffles or the sneezes.

    It was Education Week, we got the day to show our parents what we really did.
 
   They came along and smiled and patted us on the back.
 
 I wonder now where Mr.Morrison is, or all those other kids.

  The school room has long gone, the years have just whizzed past.
 
I wonder if those wattles trees still stand,must take a trip one day.

 Down memory lane, and go and have a look.
 

   

" My Weeds."

     Now I know we have probably had this chat before.
  Well, yes I do have weeds, and also worms, but that is another story.

    Have had the pleasure of a visitor, with so much knowledge.
 I was simply blown away. Boy have I learnt something today, this knowledge I will store away for future reference.

  So wonderful was the news, I just can't keep it to myself, never one to be selfish. I will share the news with you.

   On her wander through the garden, she whispered in my ear.

   "Are you aware, there are weeds here."

  Oh! dear, Oh! silly me.
 
Her solution to the problem was to give them all a squirt of horrid stuff called poison.

   I said, "Nice of you to visit and showed her to the gate."

"No Pain, No Gain."

     No pain, No gain, who ever coined that ridiculus phrase.

   I tell you after a few weeks of not much in the way of garden chores being done around these parts.
 
  I think I've done a fetlock or pulled a hammy, are they the sporty terms. Or do I just be honest and say, "you have lost it girl, you are know longer as young as you used to be.

    Well, weeds here I come, maybe at a slower pace, but I will get up to speed again. I will conquer, I will raise my garden gloved hand in victory.

    We will be neat and trim again, no not me. The garden will be all neat and trim again.

    You just wait and see.