Friday, 15 August 2008
Whilst digging up my spuds I had a song playing in my head. It was 'tragedy', as half of my beautiful potatoes were scabby/blighty. I suppose I was already feeling a little melancholy the bad spuds did not help. Its just my luck of late; I've come to realise that I'm a jack of all trades but master of none.
So I sat in the sun wearing my jeans and jumper, I don't seem to be able to 'get' this summer.
My conclusion: The plants in my garden that grow best are generally the ones that I pay little attention to, they scramble away quite contentedly all on their own.
Therefore I need to focus on what comes naturally to me and concentrate less on my failings in life.
Thank heavens for the little troopers~ my raspberries.