Saturday, April 5, 2008

CURMUDGIONS, BAY TREES AND MYSTERIES


I've decided to be a 'Curmudgion'.

Curmudgionliness will restore dignity to my bad temper.
(I'll re-claim it; revel in it; put it on show.)

Gardeners are always Curmudgeons for they prefer to be alone. If ever they slip guard and seem to be sociable - beware, they are only pretending.

Dictionaries say Curmudgions are misers.

They are wrong.

And, even if they were right, I'd miss out on that bit.

For if I stash my cash in a soft leather bag and stow it under the floorboards, I won't have the money to buy globe artichoke seeds - and I need to replace the packet I lost.

(Where is it? Where are the beetroot seeds? )

People who have nothing to mise (because they've spent their money) - can't be misers.

So - miserliness will have to be scrubbed - for I am re-claiming 'Curmudgion'.

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Little boys eating chips in a quiet restaurants are a strain on Curmudgionly spirit.

Waitresses smiling at noisy little boys dissolve it.

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Curmudgion, Curmudgion

Curmudgionliness

Curmudge.

(This is fun!)

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Oooops!
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The Bay (round its trunk) has white spots of mould - so I've turned it into a tree.

A proper tree.

I've opened it out; let in the air; brightened the light in the garden.

And the garden, suddenly, is bigger; more elegant; less jungly (more disturbing).


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Looking forward to seeing Ming on Monday.

I have to write to the school - say the boys.

(For time off!)

School?

2 comments:

Jean Ann said...

I want to be a curmudgeon, too...I realize that I truly resent being disturbed when I am spending quality time in my garden...I tend to get a bit snappy...

garden girl said...

I've had kids most of my adult life, so I'm used to being interrupted and disturbed.

Finally now it's reward time - the kids have flown from the nest and I have blissful uninterrupted time to get lost in the garden. I'd probably be a curmudgeon too if I had to go back.

I think I'd like a rosemary tree.