When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Saturday, 8 August 2015
My (green) fingers are for hire.
Last week this entire garden was just top soil, and now some of the grass is four inches high.
I did not, however, plant anything but grass seed and must therefore conclude that the munchkins are responsible for the moss. I'm going to be watching and waiting tonight with a hammer.