The day of our Garden Picnic has dawned and the weather looks fair ... OH has to work this morning but will be home at 2 ... the house is clean and tidy and the garden looks as good as it can ... it’s a shame that the clematis around the pergola are well past their best and signs of autumn are creeping up on us a bit early, but they guests are primarily foodie folk so that’ll be the focus.
Everybody is bringing something ... Scotch eggs, Dragon Wings, Piedmont peppers, Quiche Lorraine, lots of gooey cheese, homemade bread, salads, teabread, cake, scones jam and clotted cream and various alcofrolic drinks and juices as well as tea and coffee.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I wonder why our eBay spammer thinks it’s a good idea to annoy us? ... we’re hardly likely to buy his stuff if he’s a right PITA ... surely he should be using his time doing some creative marketing that’ll increase his sales rather than p*ss off his possible customers with juvenile behaviour 🙄 Makes his set up look very amateur.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Come on folks - only another 2 flags needed here for this ar**hole His jaiket's hingin' oan a shoogly peg.... I'm keeping the cr*ppy weather up here for you @Dovefromabove , so you should be ok
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Hi all Woke up to this on the radio, fabulous lyrics.
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn that he not busy being born Is busy dying
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be One more person crying
So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole that he's in
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me
And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
How can you lie there and think of England When you don't even know who's in the team
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The day of our Garden Picnic has dawned and the weather looks fair ... OH has to work this morning but will be home at 2 ... the house is clean and tidy and the garden looks as good as it can ... it’s a shame that the clematis around the pergola are well past their best and signs of autumn are creeping up on us a bit early, but they guests are primarily foodie folk so that’ll be the focus.
Everybody is bringing something ... Scotch eggs, Dragon Wings, Piedmont peppers, Quiche Lorraine, lots of gooey cheese, homemade bread, salads, teabread, cake, scones jam and clotted cream and various alcofrolic drinks and juices as well as tea and coffee.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
His jaiket's hingin' oan a shoogly peg....
I'm keeping the cr*ppy weather up here for you @Dovefromabove , so you should be ok
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Woke up to this on the radio, fabulous lyrics.
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn that he not busy being born
Is busy dying
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be
One more person crying
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he's in
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I knew a man, his brain so small
He couldn't think of nothing at all
Not the same as you and me
He doesn't dig poetry
He's so unhip when you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain't got no culture
But it's alright, Ma
Everybody must get stoned
Opinion is always divided - is it parody or tribute?
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Im no tree expert but ... what do you others think?
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Can it be both parody and tribute? Probably not, in which case, parody?
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.