Walking sticks...
One of my sensible, mature purchases has been a fold-up walking stick - for long standing sessions at choir rehearsals, and so on. Have just taken it for a garden walk, with Winnie my slow wobbly dog for company.
Restful Greens
We were checking out the freshly mown lawns and the roses. Beautiful they were, as were (not!) all the old forget-me-nots in the borders. Blast. Why are these scruffies so very noticeable?
Then one of the Freds came running up to us, saw my stick, and ran off under the hedge. I have never, ever threatened him with a stick. But I might have herded him away from fighting his brother with a broom. Oops.
Possibly my latest Rhododendron
There's always time...
My jazz choir has a concert this afternoon, and I have to tart myself up and leave in two hours. Time to sit down and pull out forget-me-nots and grass seedlings, and trim the edges? Most definitely! There's always time to pull out a few weeds, etc.
Later...
Did all the edges in the little grass oval in the Stumpy Garden. Had fun, but left all my mess behind.
Monday 18th November
Worked my way around the Herb Spiral pulling out - guess what? Old forget-me-nots, Alkanet, and annual grasses. Hmm. Came inside and checked my email.
Another gig! Aargh!
Oh my goodness! Apparently I am singing some old folk songs with two other mature musos in a gig in two weeks time (first I've known about this). The songs include the old classic Tom Dooley. Eek! What a hoot. I can practice on the David Austin roses with flower-heads too big for their stems :
Lichfield Angel Rose
'Hang down your head, Lichfield Angel, Hang down your head and flop...'