After writing about quiche and rejection when you may have been expecting more Shaun the Sheep, I thought I’d better make a bit more effort and get some more photos on.
I’m just not sure what to write. It’s going to have to be entertaining to make up for the fact that Shaun is not that interesting to everyone, but there’s a limit to the magic you can weave when all you have to report is some heavyweight procrastination and a call to the doctor so I can give more blood. I would have thought they had enough to build a fill size model of me by now, but it seems they still need more.
We have had a large meal of quiche and salad and Julia is currently doing her normal evening thing of flitting in and out and doing various odd jobs which, in her mind are vital to the smooth running of our lives.
All our married life I have tried to get her to accept three things, which she seems unable to do.
I will only mention one, as discussing wives in blogs is not a recipe for a relaxed evening. She has never been able to grasp that planting things in pots is just making work. God gave us flower beds and that’s where we should plant stuff. The rain will water it, the roots will seek the moisture out and if it dies you replace it with something more drought-resistant. You don’t stick it in a pot and spend two hours watering every night. IF you have a small space or a balcony, then you use pots – but half a dozen pots on a balcony is not hard work.
And so, more Shaun. When I am more relaxed I will revisit this, but for now, here are more photographs.
Thank you for Shaun the Sheep! Looks like a happy fellow. 🙂
Yes, pots are a lot of work in some respects, but less in others. I put some things in pots or half-barrels only if I can keep them out of direct sun. It is 99 degrees F in the shade of the porch this evening, and very, very dry out there.
I suppose climate might make them more useful, but I’m not convinced we need as many as we have.
Love those sheep! As for potted plants…here I must defend Julia. Nothing gives the pop of color quite like a potted annual. Also, annuals seem to do better in pots than they do in garden beds. For me, the extra work is worth it.
I’m sensing a conspiracy here. The monstrous regiment of women, as I recall from my history.
Tee-hee!
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Very cool!
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Most of your observations about Julia demonstrate your good fortune
🙂 I am a lucky man. There is no argument about that. I just wish she’d adopt a less stressful lifestyle, enjoy retirement and not plant so much stuff in pots.
Limiting your observations about your wife to just one is probably a very sound policy. None might be even better. I don’t know.
None would be a wise choice, but wisdom is not one of my defining characteristics. 🙂