My wife with a stronger constitution than I ventured forth with shears. That was a week ago and she hasn’t come back yet, but hopefully when she does, she’ll have found the mower.
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Gordon's Choice I made No-Mow-May about a year too long. I now have a jungle of native species. Looking out of the upstairs window I wondered if I was brave enough to enter. I could see Lily of the Valley wearing a fox’s glove. The bergamot was wild, running circles around the roses. Dogwood was barking keeping the herbs at bay. Black-eyed Susan flirted with the Teasels.
My wife with a stronger constitution than I ventured forth with shears. That was a week ago and she hasn’t come back yet, but hopefully when she does, she’ll have found the mower.
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Glo Curl
28/6/2024 09:15:27 am
Haha, made me smile. I hope the wife hasn't been caught up by sticky willy. ;)
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david milner
28/6/2024 12:54:48 pm
Ha-ha... and nicely turned out.
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Jennifer Duncan
28/6/2024 09:40:27 pm
Very clever and funny. It can seem that plants are mobile as they take over our yards.
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Cheryl Dahlstrand
29/6/2024 10:45:20 pm
At least his wife was armed before venturing out!
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Tom Baldwin
1/7/2024 06:08:27 am
You painted a great picture, with humour, of a garden doing what it wants.
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Sue Clayton
1/7/2024 06:47:48 am
Perhaps the wife took root.
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