This morning, I ate breakfast in the garden.
No snails.
Just spider gossamer swinging across the path.
I watered early and did some potting-on.
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Later, I took coffee into the garden.
And an astronomy book.
(And watched bees on the roses in between paragraphs.)
They all spin anti-clockwise (planets, that is; not bees). (Bees don't spin.)
Except Venus. (Not that Venus is a bee. Venus is a planet.)
(And Uranus (which is also a planet) stands in a class of it own because it sort of judders.)
And I've been reading about dwarf planets too.
One is Ceres.
Another is Charon.
Hmm..
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I'm very behind with my inventories:-
Plants on the right hand side of the front door . . . . .
. . . . . trees and ferns on Pluto . . . . .
. . . . . that kind of thing.
And now I'll get even more behind because I've decided to do bark rubbings as well.
First:-
BAY
(I'm also planning to list my faults and say which plants shouldn't be grown near washing lines.)
(Tomorrow, that is.)
(One has a duty to pass on gardening wisdom to future Montgomery generations!)
(I think.)
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