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Category: The Seasons
Scrumping
Technically I’m not of course but I do like saying the word redolent as it is of climbing fences, taking windfalls illicitly, […]
I’m crabby…
Never, who me? A crabby old man? Rushes to Google- “: easily irritated : peevish and irritable : grouchy. a crabby recluse. […]
“Am I alone…
in thinking…” as all letters to Beeb feedback style programmes seem to start. As exercised as I get by Beeb bias, lowering […]
The wild meadow
AKA the orchard. You may remember that we had the two aged (- 300 years?) Sycamores topped and reduced in size last […]
Violets are blue…
Dilly, Dilly. Indeed they are, and they’re invading the meadow by the pond. They’re difficult to photograph and these attempts do not […]
Holes in socks…
Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being later here, […]
Clock change…
Couldn’t think of anything else to do, so wandered through the garden to the river. Always a thought provoking and stimulating sojourn. […]