Sunday, 14 August 2011
Allo, Allo, Calling Blightie Old Chap?
One of the reasons that I adore where Trousers and I have chosen to live, is that there's a life very Welsh, with such an English hint, and isn't ruled by a certain cheese, or a hoody. It's a beautiful Village feel, if you stand your own ground, taking your own life in your hands, but, with quirkiness that I simply adore to be amongst, and having just 'put to bed' my first Village Produce Show, I've witnessed the beauty of villagers already half way through their next Embroidery for the 2012's Village Show already so soon. You see where I'm coming from Children?!
And there I rest my case......
Trousers uncovered my mate 'Tippy' here today/toady underneath the discarded Potato Haulms on the grassy paths, and Trousers, I have to fess up to you, does not do Moving An Amphibian, Clearing Up Cat Sick, or Giving His Girlfriend a Kiss.
When I 'bag' a goodly amount of fruit from The Orchard Floor, it's because I've actually really worked for it. At least twice a day I walk my Gardening Cat into The Orchard. Her and me spend quality time sourcing these lovelies..... ? Don't be fooled into thinking that these fruits just 'arrive on my doorstep'