With the radiance of excitement, I prepared myself for the annual 'oh good grief, what has happened to my beautiful garden?' tidy up ritual. It is amazing just how tired and messy a garden can be after another dreary winter.
Yet now it is spring here in Britain. Ah spring and all sorts of words spring to mind. Spring rolls, spring chicken, spring onions, Jerry Springer. I once had a tin of spring chicken soup. Trouble was that when I went to put on the can opener; the can of soup sprung into the air and bashed me in the eye.
The weather here has been very nice. Soaking in the rays of the warm sunshine, I wander around my garden. I observe the beauty, listen to the birds sing, hear the gentle breezes whistling through the trees and feel contentment as the wind chimes play a merry tune. Ah the joys of spring and a renewal of nature as it emblazes the land with wondrous colour.
Yes, the weather has been remarkably pleasant lately. One particularly pleasing sunny day a chap made a comment to me: "Hey up! It's hot in the sun." Well not one to be pedantic, however, just this once, I thought to myself: 'Ofcourse it's hot in the sun. Matter of fact the temperature at the centre of our local glowing orb is 27,000 degrees fahrenheit or 15,000 degrees centigrade.' Ofcourse, no matter which temperature measurement you prefer; that is pretty darn hot.
Now then, let's end this blog with some random garden thoughts. Why do they call them bedding plants? I expect them to have matching sheets, pillow cases and a nice duvet to be included in the purchase price. Why is alright for cats to run wild through my garden and use it as a public convenience? (which to me and many others is an inconvenience). Why don't responsible lovers of cats take the flippin' things for walks? Why is 'Gnome' spelt with a 'G'?
In closing, look at the smile on my friend, the garden Gnome. What a sweet smile. Gnome sweet Gnome.