Yep truly here and what does that bring? I'll tell you what it brings
LEAVES; Feuilles; Blätter; Congedi; Hojas; पत्ते
Doesn't matter how one dresses it up, bloody leaves are everywhere. I go to sleep dreaming of 'em; I wake up thinking of 'em; my car is covered in 'em and the bloody kitten keeps bringing 'em into the house like she's caught, gutted and filleted a giraffe. So proud of herself...
Fog; mist; mizzly rain and that's just in the car. Oh yeah, the car that just cost £277.01 to get through it's MoT - where the hell do these people get a penny from?
Anyway, the great clear up will continue through to next Spring, so at least I have a job for the Winter. Got lots of trimming and pruning to do too. Odds on it's gonna be a mild Winter after the weird Summer.
|The finished laurel hedge at Quainton - that's about four foot off the top|
|And from the other side - this shows|
the continuing dreadful mess from
the building works
|A new compost area at Quainton, made|
from an old one
|Had to cut a path down to it and I really enjoyed it|
|Pleaching the limes at Dancer's End, slow at first, but I got the knack|
of it in the end
|Probably said before that heights don't like me. They make me fall off |
things, it's never truly my fault...
|Last few flowers at Pat's place, delightful - asters I think...|
It was on the top of the gantry that Deirdre rang me to tell that our dear comrade from the Non-Stop Picket outside South Africa House, Andy Privett (nee Gardner) had suddenly died on Sunday21st October. He was a big, proud and loud gay guy who helped me through some bleak times in the late 80s, early 90s and I, along with many others, will miss him desperately.
|He never stopped making me laugh... And buying|
Bless you, you big ol' gay mate you!
Happy mincing, wherever you may be.