All through the long winter,
I dream of my garden.
On the first day of spring,
I dig my fingers deep
into the soft earth.
I can feel its energy,
and my spirits soar.
I haven't done any work here for a while. Shame on me. Instead I spent the last few days having to do nothing but gardening. And all thanks to George Bush, spoiling us with a prolonged weekend. One of the greatest living dumbbells decided to visit the capital of Lilliput, Zagreb, for two days. And despite of all the annoyances, traffic jams, and the security measures that preceded and followed his parade, I spent a few lovely spring days digging the dirt and fighting the weeds. To my utmost delight, the Botanical garden opened its door the other day but it was within the parade zone so instead of green thumbs visiting, it was full of Double You's secret agents. I can't wait to visit next week. The buzzing of the military aircrafts is gone, that must mean that Air Force One has taken him to another country ''to spread more good will and peace&prosperity sermons''...
to remember where the bone had been buried
Kristy has a brand new hideout ...
... and she's wearing that ''do not disturb'' face again
I have started to do some work on the slope which is covered
in layers of very poor soil (gravel & sand) and weeds; my plan is
to eliminate all of the weeds and create a rockery type of cascades
with different sorts of groundcovers and creeping perennials;
not much to see yet, this will take years and years of work,
but that's exactly what I'm looking forward to
and this is what parts of my lawn look like after
I've been fighting weeds - what a mess!