Thursday, July 21, 2011
Devastating Garden Nightmare! Morning Tea-Party Utterly Ruined!
I normally consider my garden a sanctuary of hard-won tranquility, without any associated bitterness or frustration WHATSOEVER. This morning, however, just as I was about to take a breather and sample some light refreshments, I had a chilling premonition of immanent foreboding...
Was there something in the tea that made me lose my footing? Had the sudden burst of winter sunshine gone to my head? Who on earth put the wheelbarrow smack-bang in the middle of my repast?
Not being one to make a fuss or draw attention to myself, I naturally hauled myself up and took stock...
What a debacle! Thank goodness there were no witnesses!
Somehow I'd lost my appetite. Don't you just want to throw EVERYTHING into the compost heap some days and go and visit someone else's garden?
Why must I be so humiliated? I believe that was my very last lemon!
It's all really far too much. SOMEONE's going to have to clean this up. As if I didn't have a zillion things to do in the garden as it is!
I'll never eat al fresco again. It's time to buy a nice little high-rise apartment and sell my entire collection of 'Garden Perfectionist'.
At least SOME people are sympathetic...