Mothers Day: Keeping it real in SS2

Now we no longer send our children up chimneys, down the pit, into service and up yonder t’mill, they are a permanent fixture in the front room, hogging the telly and polluting the atmosphere with 21st Century noise.

I am sure we would be delighted to spend the day together under the former circumstance, especially if the children had walked miles clutching a posy of spring flowers; amongst the current din and general lack of consideration for others I would rather take myself off to the allotment with a bottle of booze.

Speaking of which, yesterday was a great day in the garden. I called it Lets see whats survived a harsh winter and six months of neglect? What came out of the regime best was the compost bin. Joy of joys, and totally unbelievably, I found I had converted all manner of doings into beautiful, sweet-smelling, light and fluffy rich compost. Well of course it was not I, it was the Universal Law of Energy: matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transmuted.

Now I just need to see if six months in the compost bin has the same effect on me.

My hellebore: poisonous but medicinal in cases of hysteria

Posted on April 3, 2011, in Children, Photography and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Want to swap? Lovely day and I’ve got to sit in an office pretending to be working

  2. meet you in the shed in 2 hours

  3. Well Greta did her best to re-enact days of yore with her grubby scullery maid outfit. I’m hoping she channels all that energy to good stuff. We enjoyed our day out with The Cousins 🙂

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