Pizzas, Pheasants & Projects
I’ve had a short break from the writing and have been concentrating on gardening. It has taken a Sisyphean effort to get the garden in shape. Ominously, the grass is growing and it seems I’ll need to get back out there soon. I’m not complaining really. Gardening is a cathartic activity and good exercise.
Carbohydrates are a must after toiling in the garden.
Today’s game is called spot the pheasant. Here are three photos, each of which contains a pheasant I came across this week. Can you spot them?
That last one was so well camouflaged, I nearly stepped on it.
Anyone else a fan of Asahi?
Here is a picture of my dog next to a molehill, defiling my immaculate lawn.
Yet more deer.
My current read is a transgressive work peppered with dark humour. Irvine Welsh (AKA ‘The Transgressive Messiah’) is a master of dialogue.
I’m in a quandary now. What should I do first – read, or flatten that molehill? … Eeny, meeny, miny, moe …
Better read. Flattening the molehill doesn’t do much. There is always another.
Valid point, John.
Your garden looks lovely, Guy. I sympathise with you regarding the moles though. I had them in a previous house and they’re nearly impossible to get rid of.
No wonder you moved, Heather.