A Lack of Water

A non musical bit today.....not even an old mill by this stream!

"You’ve never finished working in a garden,

Until ’tis time for you to go to bed.

You’re either squirting soapsuds on the roses,

Or picking out the pansies that are dead."

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Once a year I have that awful job of clearing out the ponds.

Years ago I built a series of ponds, seven, in fact.....only small, but each overflowed into the next in a sort of cascade.

The lowest had the pump in it and water was transferred up to the highest..No 7.

Well, that was the theory at least!

All those Iris roots (above) have to be got out and thrown away.

But, where has all the water gone?

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Just look how much growth there is in a year.

Now here is the source of the lack of water. Apples falling off the tree above float down to the next fall and block it.

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"Perennials are the ones that grow like weeds,

Biennials are the ones that die this year instead of next

And hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all."

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Ah, that's better.....water on the move again.

"Kipper had a garden,

And he tended it with care.

He took a can ....and watered it,

Each slug and snail....he slaughtered it;

There were no greenfly there.

He scratched and scraped it with a hoe;

There were no seeds he didn’t sow,

Yet somehow ......only weeds would grow!"

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