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.
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,