Yesterday was such a lovely Spring day that I foolishly made Plans for today. I was going to get out in the garden, plant plants, mow the lawn, spray the weeds (I even stopped and bought a backpack sprayer on the way home yesterday). However, my Plans are not to be, as a fine misty drizzle has settled in. Oh well, inside it is then, now, where’s the alcohol ….inks!
I’m supposed to be on holidays to have a little rest,
but the weather is atrocious and all I feel is stressed.
There’s so much I should be doing to fix this place of mine,
but no matter my intentions I just can’t seem to find the time.
The grass is growing rapidly, there’s gravel to be spread,
the pile of mulch is waiting to be placed on garden beds.
I look out every morning with hopeful heart for sun,
but all I see is drizzle, which isn’t any fun.
I wasted all of yesterday on a computer glitch,
I didn’t find the answer, now it’s like an unscratched itch!
I’ve promised not to waste today, that I’ll do something that I like,
I’m thinking that this qualifies – morning coffee, as I write.
In honour of the weather this week, here are some long ago “Snow Days”.
Mt Wellington 2004
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sun dried sheets, fresh from the line
crisp and clean, as I slip between
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it is ironic
that as rocks age
they become smoother
and humans weather roughened