Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Do You Think There's A Weed God?
It's finally drying up (it rained last night) and I am managing to get on the vegetable plot. That's me last year when my old Solanum Tuberosums had decided to stick their stalks through the soil and fym and grow delicious potatoes. The puddle behind me is a stretch of water called Bantry Bay. There have been songs written about it and the next piece of land going west is a place called: America.
The cap in my right hand is my trust 'Manchester United' one. Whilst the state of the art handle in my other hand is my 'Azada' grubbing hoe. It is the best thing invented since sliced bread for clearing weeds and grass. Honestly. It's brilliant.
Any road (more northern colloquial speech terminology). I have been weeding and giving the old gardens a "right good tidy up". I was thinking yesterday (oh no!) whilst weeding and cultivating the gardens. Is there a weed god? I am not talking about cannabis or smoking banana peel. Hands up if you ever had a go at smoking banana peel. It's doesn't work does it? Did I see you laugh then?
Talking about laughing. Did I tell you I also write books? Well. If you go on good old Amazon and type in : Smallholding Humour or : 'Baling String'. You will find a rather daft smallholder called Archie Sparrow. Go on folks rush along and buy the book and I might able to afford to get an haircut or some little person to work in the garden!