Six on Saturday
This Too Shall Pass
Nothing cures a common cold, not even Jemeson whiskey. However, against all the odds, I keep trying for a breakthrough.
October 23, 2021
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Nothing cures a common cold, not even Jemeson whiskey. However, against all the odds, I keep trying for a breakthrough.
Truthfully, the weather has been incredibly good. There hasn’t even been a whiff of very cold nights yet.
There are plenty gaps appearing. This particular spot looked very bare so I bought these two small chrysanthemums.
This little conifer doesn’t look right. I’ve a feeling there’s something wrong. In fact, I’d say there’s something happening underground that’s not helping matters.
We are raising funds for Down Syndrome, but the best bit is… we start and finish at a garden centre!
I knew it would happen sooner or later. On a scale of one to ten, this Six on Saturday blurb merits about one-point-five.
It’s still going strong! Gaura has been in flower since early July and I love it!
My favourite chuckles are reserved for phrases that just don’t quite come out right. One such phrase today brought a smile and a chuckle!
I see me here. I see me there. The first three items below were purchased, photographed, catalogued and planted last week. The second trio have
Sometimes I think to myself that I’d be better off to ditch this SOS mullarkey to focus my attention on opening paragraphs for novels.
I shall be very brief this week because as yet I haven’t mastered writing while cycling.
I’m wondering… If motor plates can be bought for a fee, could I pay to have the algorithm personalised?
My wife says I’m a bit peculiar. If you’re a regular reader of Six-on-Saturday, you’re in for a mighty puzzle this week. If you’re not
My question of the week is: Does the industry not sell seed of AGM plants with the deliberate intention of forcing me to buy the plants instead? Is it to maintain the genetic superiority of the plants? If so, it’s not cricket, ye oul lousers!
Much has been happening out back. The potatoes blighted, Sweet Peas just keeled over quietly and the begonias sulked for overwatering. On a positive note, everything else is doing really well, and I’m content to overlook the disappointments.
My first poem. I was helping a friend figure out a decent format for writing verse. Turns out I just went with the flow.
“Flying it” is a compliment given to a cyclist who is clearly very fit. Another phrase used is “going well”. Sounds understated, but equally complimentary. Both phrases are never used to describe oneself.
As you can imagine, now that I’ve come to think of it, I never really thought about it like that.
It’s easy to overlook a plant in decline. I’ll photograph this once a month, to savour the importance of seeing beauty after the first flush of youth and maturity.
While checking my three weather apps, I noticed that sunrise would be at 5:16am, so I got up just a bit earlier to get a photograph for the start of summer.