enchantedengland: Look it is a TREE PERGOLA! How lovely is that?? Why don’t my trees do this when we have tornadoes, instead of ripping out of the ground and blasting into fifteen hundred million branches of various shapes and sizes that remain scattered rudely across the yard?
Anyhoo, speaking of the garden, I am set out to work in it today; the English gardens I saw inspired me tremendously. I am armed with a trowel, Gardening for Dummies (an excellent book BTW), a thermos of tea, a spray bottle of pesticide which causes cancer, and a giant tortoiseshell hair clip in preparation for all the sweating. Really, I need a gardening hat. A sensible Englishwoman would have a gardening hat, I am certain of this.
So I had better go shopping first! It IS the sensible thing to do, yeah? Did I mention while in England I learned that every other sentence ends in yeah? From the disreputable-appearing yob smoking and spitting with his mates to the impeccably-dressed gentleman hurrying down the Strand chatting with the wife on his mo-bEYE-le (US- cell phone, England- mobIle) one cannot walk fifty feet without hearing it. They do not tell you these things in travel books, so this is why you must visit, yeah? That or follow the devious stream of consciousness which is my blog.