Message for the day.
Never use discarded potting mix found at the bottom of the garden, on indoor plants displayed in a glass cabinet that now has the distinct whiff of a veggie patch.
This was just one of the many mishaps that occurred while I was pottering around trying to find a constructive way to start the day. Was discussing this very problem with my feathered friend, Pedro, who was named after a one-legged Magpie adopted by Father -In -Law and taught to whistle ‘Pedro the Fisherman’ while Pop belted out the tune on his harmonica. Or so the legend goes.
Unfortunately, I possess no musical skills, however Pedro warbled along in response while I deliberated important issues like, should I sort out the cluttered wardrobe in the bedroom and bag outfits that hung around for years waiting for me to fit back into them, which at first glance was obvious would never happen, or should I re-arrange the book case lined with dusty, dog-eared books destined for a better life in the local op-shop.
Pedro eventually flew away to get on with his own stressful day of trying to survive in the mayhem us humans had bequeathed on his environment, so I wandered over to the swing seat, tucked in a nook in the garden and relaxed amidst the ferns, enjoying a ‘cuppa’ and a ‘nanna-nap’ in the morning, autumn sunshine, while mulling over my own choices for the day.
As always, praying that everyone in Aussieland & abroad
STAYS SAFE* STAYS POSITIVE *STAYS CONNECTED
Vivian Waring (author When Tears Ran Dry)