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Friday, 7 June 2013
A Visit to the Garden Centre
Foxgloves? Shakes head
Might be over yonder...
"Over yonder" is foxglove free.
Expanding, see... waves hand freely through air.
Points to board with details
drawings like an ultra neat graffito.
Double-sizing it "The Future" reads.
Relief then... two years' time... who knows? Foxgloves on the menu?
At least they have begonias. Six trays please! mixed.
Dumper trucks (concrete
mix) mixing it with flatbed
barrows with one wheel
(manure, compost, trellises)
and supermarket trolleys (betting plants - sic -
YELLOW TEAM STRAIGHT ON.
BLUE TEAM TO THE RIGHT.
BEWARE! HEAVY PLANT EMERGING.
(maybe from the salvias?)
A hard hat abseils down from The Pavilion roof.
Lands among the roses.
Two ladies wander by (80? 90?)
Well, as you know, I'm no drinker. Not at all!
One full glass of whisky. That does me!
Later. (Looking at delphiniums)
I must have my dry sherry dear before I tackle tea!