Wednesday
The poppy plant sits a wee bit to the right of where I sit sometimes at the edge of the allotment. I was sitting there twice today. Last evening the poppy was closed, but today it had jumped out in all its flowering glory. How did it do that?!!! The photie doesn't do it justice. Only a week to go at the jobbie (i.e. another two and a half days) and then I can think on such things for six weeks. Six weeks! It's enough to make you weep with joy, so it is! So it is!
2 comments:
That's 6 weeks without humping the clientele. Dearie me.
Albert? I'll have you know the one suffering the sexual harassment is moi! Hotboy
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