a) the cats would think this a great new area to use as a sand tray &
b) I have not informed Mervyn that I called upon the saints to assist in the sale of the house!
Having read that most people are inclined to forget to their St Joseph in their gardens I suppose I will have to do the same or maybe dig a little deeper!
My garden is sadly depleted with the sale of most of the big pots from the front area. Very sad to see it looking so empty but I am actually feeling quite relaxed about the de-cluttering that is happening in my life. I had a very lovely 'fairy' rose bush right at the bottom of the stairs and yesterday was delighted to discover that it was full of ladybugs. On doing a wikipedia search I discovered that whilst in England and its colonial outposts they are known as ladybirds (always wondered where the 'bird' applies) in America they are known as ladybugs much more appropriate I think. Anyway I had to take some pics to share. One of my neighbors was this week totally devastated to loose his two and a half year old dog to cancer. Victoria was virtually his child and he is feeling quite lost without her in the house. As the rose bush did not seem to appeal to the many plant collectors who have been to buy I donated it to him as a 'remembrance' plant for his garden. So the plant has found a good home, ladybugs and all.
Well back to work on cleaning out, have to look 'thru some 3 boxes of photographs today so will be travelling down memory lane for a while I suppose. Remember this rhythm from your childhood days............
- Ladybird, ladybird fly away home,
- Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
- All except one,
- And her name is Ann,
- And she hid under the baking pan.