Well, we've had some sunshine today. Mr Sarcophagus Jones was up bright and early sticking plastic all over his front garden. Apart from the Astroturf in place of grass he now has bunches of plastic flowers everywhere. Why anyone would want to do this is a mystery. SOmetimes I catch him staring at my wild corner of the world in disbelief. Clearly the neighbourhood has gone sadly downhill since my family and I moved in.
I well remember that day. We arrived around noon, myself wearing a tee-shirt with a large skull and crossbones on it, dragged along behind one of my dogs like something out of a Western film. Mrs Anubis Evans spent all day polishing her front windows and washing her net curtains so she had an excuse to stare at what was going on. Countries on the Arctic Circle are called 'the land of the midnight sun.' Japan is the 'land of the rising sun.' Where I live is known as 'the land of the twitching curtains.'
But I digress. It is really important to leave parts of the garden wild - not just for the birds, butterflies and creepy crawlies who might enjoy themselves there in some privacy but for spiritual reasons too. Certain entities like a bit of piece and quiet, which they're much more likely to find in a patch of bracken or nettles than in the middle of Mr Sarcophagus Jones' Astroturf.
My daughter has very kindly bought me a camera for my forthcoming birthday and I am busy trying it out, finding what it will do and secretly hoping that I may one day get lucky and actually get a photo of some of the 'visitors' that frequent my house and garden. When that happens (and I'm nothing if not optimistic) this blog will be the first to know.
Brightest blessings
Tylluan
