Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Right up there

There aint nothing, but nothing, quite so wonderful as wandering down from the garden with a basket full of fresh picked home grown veg, grabbing a litre of home brewed summer ale out the fridge and settling down in the garden in your home made chair for a couple of hours of shelling peas and beans, picking over parsley and scraping fresh dug spuds.

It's the good life alright.

4 comments:

townmouse said...

Hold that thought and hang on to it till February when the wind's howling down the chimney and the sun sets shortly before it's risen...

The Speaking Goat said...

Ah yes - February! Huddled over a roaring fire with a cup of cocoa and a good book. Can't wait!

Gillian Gardner said...

Bet your missing Changeworks really.. deep down?

The Speaking Goat said...

Hi Gillian!
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down maybe. But that's way too far down for me to go.