THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A GOOD POEM...

...And this is Nothing Like...(you know the rest)

Cat stalking Witchy

I am currently pretending that ...

a) the weather isn't crap and

b) there are no shouty workmen next door

And in this spirit I give you my Spring Poem ...

... wait for it, it's coming....

SPRING IS SPRUNG

It's amazing the difference a bit of blue sky makes. *Takes deep, cleansing breath in*.  Ah yes, life is good.

Walked the dog this morning without a coat, hat and extra socks.  Admittedly I was still wearing a v. thick cardigan and a scarf - but then it is still February.

Ah jolly, I thought to myself, as I bimbled along with the houndy, admiring the spring flowers in Other People's gardens.  I recognise daffodils (but there were none) and snowdrops (plenty) and I assume the other pretty little, dainty blooms were crocuses and ... other spring flowers I have heard of.

I really must, I also thought to myself, sort our garden out.  We are lucky to have one; and it is so nice to take a moment and look upon pretty things growing.  Ooh, my setting seems to be jammed on 'Wistful'.

I Will Never, Ever, Garden Again...

I have never been much of a gardener anyway...

...Unless you count that one year when I had a thriving vegetable plot.  But that was very much a 'Dig for Victory'  WWII fantasy I was living out, coinciding with the 50th Anniversary of VE Day.

No, Gardening and I have always been Uneasy Bedfellows - I don't do creepy crawlies, damp earth, dry earth, hard work, bugs ...  Also, it makes my skin itch.  Not sure if that's psychosomatic or an actual allergy to something - possibly the 'hard work'.

But, I could no longer ignore that the Shed at the End of the Garden with Clematis Attached, had become Clematis At The End of the Garden with Shed Attached.  So I gritted my teeth, donned my Gardening Gear (Oh yeah, I've got all the stuff), found the secateurs and climbed my Ikea Step Stool ready to do battle.