1st October 1996


        I was sitting in the garden today, spraying weed killer on the multitude of weeds that seem to have taken over the garden. I know that a weed is just a plant that is growing in the wrong place, but it seems that there are so many weeds that there is no room for the lawn to grow, so something had to be done about it. I made up a little poem in my head and I wrote it down in my handy little note book that comes every where with me..it went something like this :

        Spring has sprung
        The weeds have rizz
        I wonder where the real lawn is?

        Hidden under Clover, Gorse and Dock
        I am sure they look at me and mock!
        What is more, I suspect
        For my gardening prowess they have no respect!

        So with weed killing spray
        I assualt the array
        A devilish gleam im my eye
        I wait for them all to shrivel and die!

        I look above and see dark clouds up high
        Oh no! Oh No I cry
        Mother Natures on their side
        My pleas for no rain she turns aside

        I see hours of work washed away
        Oh well tomorrow is another day!
        I'll spray them all untill they're dead
        Not one weed will dare lift its head

        In anticipation of that glorious day
        Its fitting in this rhyme that I now say "Yay!"
        Then clap my hands in fiendish glee
        For they have not yet defeated me!

        Chris asked what I writing, when I read it to him he laughed and walked away shaking his head. I guess it was confirmation of his suspicions that it's not just my legs that don't work, my mind has gone as well!

        While the weed killer does its job we are not supposed to cut the lawn, so for the next few weeks we will have a rather unkempt garden. Mind you it will go well with the little patch of dirt that used to be my precious garden. Someone came into the yard and dug up my flowers, a strange thing to do and it really hurt. I think it tops the list of really senseless acts committed by some people. I have since resolved to only develope the back section of the garden until we have the front fenced. With this in mind I have bought a lovely rambling rose, in its favour is that it is a mass of thorns...let the flower thief try pull that one up! Anyway to get back to the rose, it is called "Swan Lake" and is a wonderful cream with a delicate blush pink center. The fully opened blooms are huge and look delightful and I can't wait to see it rambling all over the fence keeping the thieves out and the beauty in :)

        I have rambled on longer than my new rose so its time for me to rest my fingers and plan out my next journal entry detailing the life and times of Terry. Next entry

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