Narcissism is a futile infatuation with oneself, but with me, its the real thing…
ISIRTA. Or “l’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again!”. The quote above is from this 60’s radio programme. Which has very little to do with what we’ve been doing today – planting daffodils, or more accurately, narcissi bulbs.
The garden is a spring one, and once that season kicks in, they are everywhere. Everywhere except the remaining places we’ve got which are nude of glorious yellow in there many hues.
Substitute drizzle for rain. Insert “days” for day. Call it floated rather than came with…
The mythological bird called the Phoenix was consumed by flames and was reborn [again] (Google…
A twmffat is Welsh for funnel, an affectionate name for a complete eejit! Said entity…
Impatiens glandulifera, Himalayan balsam, is a large annual plant native to the Himalayas. Via human…
A gulp of Cormorants. Apparently that’s the collective noun; or a swim (I like that).…
Hot weather on the way, and we don’t like it. We generally don’t stop, there’s…