A breath of Spring
A breath of Spring
The slugs have returned
Some construction work on our estate
The last roses of summer
Learning new things every day
Being a golden oldie does not always pay
We have a new TV, don’t know how it works
It is so complicated, I feel like a bunch of jerks
In bygone days I switched it on and then I switched it off
A nob for the sound and picture, and now it is a scoff
Computer updates and iPhones happen every week
I try to understand, but am becoming an online freak
If you drop your iPhone you have to buy a new screen
Phones used to have a dial and the numbers could be seen
Age has now caught up with me, and I am now a newbie
Life has become a trial, and gives no longer glee
We are surrounded by grass and the horses love it, as well as the cows. We live in farming country. Perhaps you have grass in you own garden and so you mow it to keep it tidy and curse because you have to mow it. That is the reason why our neighbours had their grass replaced by artificial grass – synthetic. It does not grow, does not die and is always green. I remember the guy next door being happy to get rid of his lawn mower – no more mowing.
We also had grass in our garden.
It was a rolled lawn, bought by the meter, but even this died a long suffering death. The June weevils got it and devoured it from below. We were left with bare patches.
And so we had it replaced with this. Two raised beds resting on stones. I have MS and Mr. Swiss also has mobility problems. Now not a blade of grass to be seen anywhere and above all no more bending.
We have a wild meadow outside our garden and once a year it is mowed down and serves for hay for the animals in Winter. Grass serves its purpose, but only in the right places.
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