Green

Tuesday - time to disengage myself from the monotony of the apparently never-ending laundry cycle, and do something useful - i.e. return to work!

I walked home afterwards to clock up some km towards 'hatching eggs' in Pokemon Go - sad I know, but it does encourage me to walk!

The exponential explosion in vegetation growth has not been restricted to our garden. This is one of the major footpaths and, as you can see, the branches are reaching out to shake hands with their neighbours across the aisle, like Anglicans shaking hands with those in the adjacent pew.
It is not a wood, I told myself, it is a living cathedral!

As I walked through the woodland, I was startled by a sudden noise, as some small animal or bird made a hasty departure.
I turned to try and identify what it was, but it was gone. All that betrayed the rapid exit, were some plants,
whose gentle swaying betrayed the passage of whatever it was.
I found myself pondering on the immenseness of time, and realised that compared to the life of the created world, my life was like that frantic flight - a brief disturbance, unnoticed by most.
Let's face it, within a few generations I will be no more than another name on a family tree.
No-one will remember much about me - what colour eyes I had, what makes me laugh, what songs I knew ALL the words to!
I have no right to complain. I can remember a lot about my own parents, though doubtless there is much more that I never knew.
However, my memories of my grandparents, particularly my grandfathers, is far more sketchy. I do remember my maternal grandmother doing a surprisingly good impersonation of Lena Zavaroni, though I doubt very much if it was her favourite song!

In the afternoon I sneaked off to one of the local nurseries to stock up on bedding plants. My previous visit was a bit early in the season, and there were a few gaps that I wanted to fill.  When we added the extra parking space at the front of the house, we rehomed the hebes into pots. Three years later and the poor things are potbound and in desperate need of some tlc, so I am in the process of replanting them, and adding some colour to the pots as they are vacated.

The garden centre was surprisingly busy - the car park was nearly full. I made my selections and left. Buying plants is a bit like ordering food off a menu - whatever your selection, you always think you have made the wrong choice when the food arrives and you see what others have ordered. I was reminded of this as I trundled out with my trolly of small plants, surrounded by flamoyant examples of mother natures bounty.  Forget green fingers, I was green eyed...

The table on the patio is now hidden under a profusion of verbena, lobelia, nicotiana and assorted small daisies.
Now all I have to do is find time to do some planting....