James Hook, thou not wholly unheroic figure, farewell. For we have come to his final moment.

Amongst our magnificent and slightly too big rhubarbs, small nettles have made their home. Anyone trying to pick rhubarb quickly gets punished by the local nettle.

Damn you.

Tags: j. m. barrie, nettle, peter pan, rhubarb

View from the Rocking Horse

Today…

I feel like an old lady. Walking around the garden, taking photos of flowers and sticks and rabarber buds (see rhubarb). Scowling at little girls, walking by with their radio playing songs I’ve never heard by singers I’ve never heard of.

It’s spring now. Windy. All the flagpoles have their ropes thrown against their poles, making it a chorus of snap-cracks and whip-snaps. Girls with tight jeans and loudspeakers are disturbers of the peace.

Am I old?

I’ve always thought that my current age was 16, what if it isn’t? Am I abandoning my teenage years by doing photography, gardening, berets, and walks over windy fields?

Nah, I don’t think so.

Tags: age, beret, blue sky, flowers, girls, nature, old lady, photo, rabarber, rhubarb, snow, Spring, teens, unknown artists, walks