So, anyway, long overdue. Here goes—
We love flowers.
First up, this post isn’t about motorbikes, rather it’s about one of the reasons that I turn the bars towards home at the end of a ride!
I have often commented in the blog about our garden here at Dookes H.Q..
It’s a rambling plot of about two acres, which is pretty large… OK, enormous, by average U.K. standards! I never take for granted our piece of Cornwall, it’s a haven from the hustle of day-to-day life and a bit scruffy in the quaint way that old cottage gardens are. Here you will not find regular sized borders with neat rows of herbaceous blooms, but rather random mixes of trees, fruit bushes, flowering shrubs and vegetables.
Wild flowers bloom during the Spring in various nooks and crannies, whilst birds and other wildlife share the real-estate with us, our dogs, chickens and ducks!
The garden has sort of evolved, I never…
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I believed you until the counsellor bit. As for the quote at the beginning… so… everyone should avoid marriage. Got ya.
To quote “Sir”
“Marriage is no way of life for the weak, the selfish, or the insecure.”
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who loved each other very much. After several years of dating, they were married. Over time, as will happen with married people, they grew much closer to one another. Now, growing close is a good thing. When done right it can even approach a feeling of sanctity; all is right with the world. On the flip side, growing closer to one another exposes weak spots, the fontanelles of the heart.
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Evasive Action.” why do you want to know?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.” They go “NOPE”.