I spent hours today in an attempt to get the slimy rotting-leaves-and-sycamore-keys mulch off our plants, pots and paving slabs - and still only managed to get about half a job done before a) I started to get tired and b) it started to get dark.
A bit of an indulgence is in order, methinks. So let's jet off (I wish) to exotic locations in the company of impossibly glamorous people - and Dean Martin! - courtesy of the faboo Soft Tempo Lounge...
Oh, that's better.
[Music: Orchestra Heinz Kiessling - Falena. Original film: Murderers' Row (1966)]
Snap! Almost, anyway. I too was in the garden scooping up sycamore leaves (but not keys*), then moved three thug-like ferns from my shade garden behind the garage, and planted some foxgloves that have been languishing in little pots for months.
ReplyDeleteI'm now sipping a G&T while listening to the fab STL - thank you, Jon!
* After our sycamore remarks a few days ago, I did some research: it turns out that sycamore trees have flowers of both sexes, but stagger their flowering so as not to self pollinate. As I recall, various things can affect whether the tree has male or female blooms first, and the female flowers don't produce seeds. I suspect that the hot dry summer (or something else) affected the trees here so that they only produced female flowers which is why my garden is thankfully bereft of the keys!
You are fortunate that the trees near you all went lesbian. Ours have had a bumper year, and we'll be picking seedlings out from all over the place come Spring - the slime mulch was so far gone thanks to all that rain that although the wings of the keys are easy enough to vacuum up from the paving/scrape up off the pots, a hell of a lot have already dropped their seeds, and they get everywhere! Sigh.
DeleteSoft Tempo Lounge helps calm the situation a lot. Clink, clink, sweetie! Jx
Oh my god that video. To think that was the model of adulthood I grew up with.
ReplyDeleteThere are worse models of adulthood than living the high life on the Riviera with cocktails and glamour... Jx
DeleteThe 60s!!!!!!!!!! All I can say is "aeroplane nostalgia." More than that would be too much!
ReplyDeleteThe "Mile High Club", Dinah? Pray tell... Jx
DeleteIndeed, that was the model of adulthood - hence why adulthood turned out to be a tad disappointing! Sigh.
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Indeed. I always thought I should have been brought up in Brideshead. No such luck. Sigh. Jx
DeleteMe too! I had the bear if nothing else, and I made my parents take me to Castle Howard - unfortunately they didn't leave me there.
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Shamefully, I've never been... Jx
DeletePS In 1981, Brideshead vied with the New Romantics as my obsession - I sought out long trenchcoats and braces in charity shops and tried to perfect "aristocratic hauteur". A bit difficult to pull off, really, heading for a night out in Newport on a double-decker bus. Jx
I think 'Soft tempo' must have upped the budget to get Dino on board,
ReplyDeleteI imagine Soft Tempo Lounge has a budget of pretty much "zero"... Jx
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