My hair is full of poppy seed!Three days away and when we come back the grass is long enough to hide the Wherearewe tribe and wet so cannot be mowed. I am dead-heading and weeding.
The photographs today are to demonstrate that there are people in our garden
occasionally.
The figure in red, B, (in the rain of course), has a touch of the leprechaun on her mother's side, the other with the purple trug - to match something - is R, the main weeder and expert garden manager with an eye for colour and design yours truly does not possess.
For me - bung it in, if it goes great, if it does not also great as I cannot be bothered to move the thing - until along comes R, slow talkin', slow walkin' R (no prizes for the source of the quote) (but something to do with Yaketty-yak!).
She will request that that section is pinks and another yellows rather than the super-clash I have concocted.
Ah! Sweet mystery of life! (Another quote, now that I've found it.)
The sun is out today so a great day for gardening which is why I am off to the golf course.
I wonder, if I do not wash my hair for seven months will I have opium poppies sprouting from my thatch?
Opium - mmm!
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