I am. Nothing for ages, then three at once.
After my last post, I went round the corner to the garage, because we were out of chocolate biscuits and sometimes you just need chocolate biscuits. Ahead of me in the queue was an elderly gentleman who had tried to buy the meal deal but picked up the wrong items and thought the remedy would be to shout repeatedly at the lady behind the till.
I still don’t know what is going on, currently the evil in the world seems to be outweighing the good. Walking to the garage I spotted a clump of toadstools in the grass on the front lawn.
These are growing on the remnants of the old tree that used to be so lovely in the spring but died in a welter of sawdust.
So I got my gardening boots on and got myself out armed with the long handled small fork, a very useful tool.
Then I spotted the huge bunch in the flower bed.
My goodness, is this revolting or lovely?
Let’s have a close up.
Revolting, I think. Actually, who would enjoy something as burgeoningly wet and fruity?
I found the answer round in the back garden, cutting down the ends of the peony. Peonies are huge blowsy flowers that do their thing for a fortnight and then spend the next three months looking as if they are recovering from a major bender with no coffee.
I have known people like that, happily in the past, mostly.
But when I chopped down the mouldy, hollow peony stalks, guess who I found enjoying the damp and a bit of mould?
This big fat frog, who has been living at the bottom of the peony support frame. He had the company of a couple of slugs and a snail.
It’s a balanced thing, nature. It starts off under ground in the dark, in the fallow and wet time of year when it looks as if all the good stuff has gone and just the slugs and frogs are left. But you need that sort of thing to get this sort of thing, in time.
Let’s hope it’s a metaphor for the general state of the world currently.
I am off to do some easy arty stuff, I’ll show you later.
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