Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Even Handed

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‘Spud has stolen my marigolds! I’ve found two of them but one is still missing.’ I announced.

Tom and Mr Uhdd exchange perplexed glances

I continue my rant, ‘I was going to plant them out today: but he ran off with the tray, I found two down by the bonfire, but goodness knows where he has taken the third. They’ve survived the frost only to be trashed by the dog!’

‘Ahhh,’ says Mr Uhdd, ‘I get it now, I thought you were talking about Marigold gloves,  not bedding plants, I couldn’t see what the problem is, I mean how many rubber gloves do you need?’

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Tom shook his head in that ‘Oh mum’ sort of way, that teenagers do.

The marigold thief

Marigold theft -2 

The third plant was eventually found by the rhubarb patch (which survived the frost, I’m pleased to say, as I’ve not made a crumble yet.)

Frost rhubarb -2

What I didn’t tell Tom and Mr Uhdd, the Marigold gloves by the sink? They are both right handed, I keep wearing the left ones out, I wonder how that happened?

Spud also had a chew on a log, whilst he was in sack cloth and ashes mode

Spud and charcoal-2

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

14 thoughts on “Even Handed

  1. Hmm, I end up wearing two left handed marigolds, and having to wear the one on the right hand backwards (I know that doesn’t make sense) almost cuts off the circulation.

    The marigold thief is too cute to be angry with, though!!

  2. Well, Spud, no rhubarb crumble for you. Dry kibble and vitamin powder for the rest of the week.

  3. Mmmmm rhubarb crumble …… drools, Homer stylee.

    Haven’t had that for ages. I’m the only one in the house who likes rhubarb, having produced two children with absolutely no appreciation for the finer things in life. And having married a man whose digestive system can’t cope with it (I won’t go into any more detail!).

  4. MrUHDD

    Hmm…sounding rather too much like Mr Pugh, with your logical thinking!!

  5. My ‘help’ in the garden is actually quite good. She only chews off leaves and stems that are already dead. There were quite a few bits like that after this hard winter. I think I have lost about a dozen plants. If she went for annuals I’d be really cross. They cost money, unlike perrenials which seem free.

  6. Such a travesty! I bet he showed no remorse, either.

  7. I laughed about Spud having stolen the marigolds!! FUN!!!

  8. it looks like spud is eating a baby seal, look again…..

    • Hummm, I see what you mean that isn’t really in the spirit of Springwatch is it,eating baby seals?
      I’m having enough trouble with his ‘1st summer’ discovery of moths, gnats and bats, all of which he thinks he can catch, his evening turn around the garden is becoming a protracted event

  9. He looks in wonderful shape!

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