Most mornings, when it's fine enough, I have a wander around the garden to "view the estate" as my father used to put it. I have a very laissez-faire attitude when it comes to
weeding, and if there is an interesting plant growing where it shouldn’t tend
to leave it to see what develops.
Facebook post 9 June 2020
On the
garden inspection this morning I noticed the mystery plant at the end of one
row had a nice white bulb developing under it.
So I
called Fester with "You know that plant? I think it's a white radish."
He came
out, had a look, and declared "It's a turnip."
“Well,
that's a turnip for the book!”
I-thang-ewe
Drummerman That’s mangelling the
language a bit, but I can’t beet it.
Dicky
Brown I don't
think there's mushroom for this kind of joke anymore, lettuce pray for peas and
quiet!
Drummerman You can stalk...
Dicky
Brown I carrot
take any more!
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