But every time I turned around he seems to be right behind me and get a fright. So I got the video camera out, and held it over my shoulder as I walked away. From head down charge to his fright when I turn around to face him.
The manual and often repetitive motion of gardening, free's up my mind to wonder and ponder like few other things do. Coupled with sun, fresh air, exercise and the incredible stimulus of texture, colour and scent, there are few places I would rather be. Add to this the ability to create, build and shape with the pleasure of success and triumph balanced with failure. Gardening is a wonderful world of era's past. One totally removed from computers, TV's, corporate politics and plastic.
Saturday, 18 April 2015
Yolk Attack
So I trying to get a little more early spring gardening in, now that the neighbours cut down the trees bordering the fence. When I notice Yolk has taken to chasing birds and other animals in the garden. Territorial man that he is and all.
But every time I turned around he seems to be right behind me and get a fright. So I got the video camera out, and held it over my shoulder as I walked away. From head down charge to his fright when I turn around to face him.
But every time I turned around he seems to be right behind me and get a fright. So I got the video camera out, and held it over my shoulder as I walked away. From head down charge to his fright when I turn around to face him.
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