Guess what I've been doing this morning. It's cooler here today so I've been able to get at some of those weeds. Very therapeutic. Yes, that's a hole in the finger of my glove. I've worn the poor thing out. I've dodged a whole squadron of blood-thirsty mosquitoes - such noisy eaters - I'd never know they were there if they'd just keep quiet about it. Things I've uncovered: an azalea bush that's been struggling under a mass of erigeron (seaside daisy) and a dainty little pink pelargonium that I thought had died. I've filled a big wheel barrow with stuff for the compost heap but you can hardly see where I've been. I'll keep at it - remember that mountain.
All the while I've been listening to the baby magpies pestering their mother for food. Mum, Mum, Mum. Poor her - those kids are as big as she is. They are doing their best though, it's a scream watching them peck at everything to see if it's edible, wrestling with great lumps of bark and sticks bigger that they are then in the end going back to Mum, Mum, Mum. I'll bet there's not a Mum out there in blogg land that can't identify with her. Painting flowers on prams this afternoon. Nearly finished. Hope your day is a good one. Bye for now until next time.