We were doing the office spring style clear out [in autumn?] recently and I found this poem I wrote from when I first set up. It was an A4 poster-card I had put up in the local shops to let the good people know there was a new face in town…?!
Sometimes one looks back on these things and smiles fondly; then discards like the memory of an old flame…
Sometimes one looks back and thinks that it is part of what has made you what you are today and that not forgetting what you once where *and* where you came from is so important.
Of course I never gave it a title…. ?
Has your garden gone wild?
Has it become somewhat a bore?
Has it turned into a jungle?
Is it your biggest eyesore?
Have you only moved in?
Have you just got some building work done?
Have the kids gone and wrecked it?
Does it block out the sun?
Want to watch me transform it?
Want a professional to do the chores?
Want the neighbours to envy this dreamland in amazement?
Want to create a palace outdoors?