Far be it from me to personify, but I am getting a little fed-up of the gloating growing behaviour of my lawn. The sun is out. Out of what I do not know, but it is. It is warm. There are a few ephemera floating around. It's like Woodstock before the Hippies realised that the... Continue Reading →
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—And that was why it whispered and did not speak.It was no dream... Continue Reading →
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The most unusual thing is happening today. As we are out in the garden, mowing the lawn, tidying the borders, and pulling up the weeds, the church bells are sounding as if in recognition of our travails. The sun is shining, my wife is smiling, our youngest daughter is watching some state event on TV... Continue Reading →
If you dream of mowing a lawn, it suggests that you will have great luck and happiness in life once you get rid of people or old habits that no longer are positive influences.
The very first impression I gained from Read After Burnout Adventures in Everyday Madness is that it is a very professionally written and highly competently constructed book. It is most certainly necessary to have such qualities since it presents itself in what are the popular Kindle categories of memoir. The style has prowess and clarity,... Continue Reading →
Finally, Spring has sprung. This means that this sad, miserable, wanna-be old git, is starting to shake his booty, wash the sleep from his eyes, move on up like a mowing machine. You got it in three... Yup, Evans on Earth is going to take to the gardens of East Yorkshire again with a special... Continue Reading →