……or should I await the urge?
Some people blog say once a week or even, god forbid, once a day. Other bloggers wait for the muse to come upon them & then get it all out for their avidly waiting public. The advantage of the regular blog is that it must instil some discipline into the author & there is nothing like a deadline to get the brain cells working. But then what if you have nothing interesting to say…….. yes, I know, I rarely do.
At this point I really should say how gob-smacked I was at the sudden huge (for me) influx of people who read my last blog entry. I must thank the talented, the wonderful Ms Arabella Sock & Mr James Alexander (my name is too big for a fairy cake) Sinclair for having me hanging on their coat tails. I am most smarmingly grateful. I think there were still a large proportion of new arrivals at Lack-A-Daisy looking for my bare bits. So, in their honour I give you………
……. my lawn. Yes, you did indeed read this correctly. It is a bit of my lawn. Not looking up to much I can hear you mutter dear reader. And whose fault is that? PIGEONS! Those vile dirty irritatingly stupid feathered creatures. I confess the grass was not the brilliant green sward I would have liked but I had lovingly aerated & top-dressed it in the autumn. This particular bit of lawn is under the bird feeders which are wired & protected so as to prevent the greedy buggers in question getting anything out of them, so what do they do but patrol up & down underneath all day long scooping up any little bit that falls to the ground whilst at the same time pounding my grass into obscurity.
This by the way, is the original bare bit, still looking bare though with lots of bulbs reaching through, & some attempt at pigeon protection going on as they don’t know how to walk round a delicate emerging shoot!
OK, rant over. I have presented you with a couple of other pictures taken in my garden which are of such small bits that you can’t see the crap!
Which reminds me, I don’t think I have the discipline to become regular.