Growing old disgracefully

By GOD

COLLECTIVE NOUNS IN THE GARDEN

NO. 1 An expectation of chives

I love the tissue paper unfolding of these beauties and visit them daily, sometimes twice daily, hoping to catch the first unveiling. The rain was so heavy this morning that it caused flooding at the far end, but by midday it had dried sufficiently to get on with some planting and preparation. Turnip and beetroot in today and a bed and wigwam ready for the runner beans. And all the while accompanied by a couple of busy parent blackbirds, almost running over my hands in their eagerness to get the worms.

I'm in the remedial group in yoga. I cannot lift both legs up straight at the same time. It seems so simple, but beyond me. The guy next to me suggested we both raise a white flag instead.

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