It was all hands to the tiller in the village last night. The local floral group were out preparing the flower beds for the annual display of flowers. During the summer the village is indeed a place of real beauty, flower beds, large tubs of flowers and hanging baskets on all of the lampposts. A lot of work goes into making the village look as good as it does.
It was very noticeable that most of the workers were retired people. I suspect that many of the younger generation are either too busy or just assume that it all happens. I spent a bit of time in my own garden yesterday. I have been trying to get the lawns into shape, all three of them and it is hard work. My little vegetable plot and fruit bushes are at last showing signs of progress with the warming weather. The first of my potatoes are poking their heads through the soil in the hope of finding the sun.
It is all very time consuming but a joy to behold as things blossom and grow.
I was watching the news later and one item brought together my day in the garden and a long remembered story.
Enterprising, indeed. Such a pity that a man with such speed of thought had not used it for the better good and managed to stay out of prison. How often it is that we use our talents for all the wrong things.Love you,Vinnie