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Thank you to everyone who had a stab at working out what on earth the heading of my last post meant! And specially to those who came up with other versions and brought back memories from schooldays - it's reassuring that I'm not the only one whose upbringing seems to have been seasoned with nonsense.
When not hunched over my sewing table working on the craft fair production line, I have tried to take some time noticing what's happening in the garden. I'm elevating that from the reality of it simply being avoidance tactics, I know.
There are so many berries this year: hips and haws, elderberries, ivy, sloes - am I to take it that this presages another cold and snowy winter? There'll be plenty for the birds to eat if we do have lots of snow again.
I think there's something special about the Autumn season, particularly if we get some sunny days to appreciate the wonderful glowing colours. Strange to think that a lot of them are as a result of the decaying process.
Something weird has been happening in the garden on the fungus front. I'm hoping that this too isn't a sign of death and decay for our trees. Some of the specimens we've seen have appeared overnight, several inches tall and I can't wait until I've got some time to read more about them. In the meantime I've been taking photos (more distraction activity), ostensibly so that I can try and identify them later.
Fascinating unbelievable delicacy.
They do have a certain fairy-fascination, don't they?
Who lives deep in these dark woods?
OK, off to put my shoulder to the wheel and my nose to the grindstone, and other contortions unsuitable for a girl of my advancing years. Just what tactics have you been employing to avoid those pressing jobs? Go on, own up, don't make me feel bad!
Lots of love,
Chrissie
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