A Pause for Paws
Legs from the Dregs has momentarily been grounded.
Literally.
Grounded with me in the Unruly Garden, clearing 5ft deep Russian Vine entwined with fencing, metal grills and bits of plastic covered wire [horrified emoji face]... I have swopped pen for secateurs, loppers and my vocabulary has shortened to everything begin with a 'plosive (Bs, Ds, Fs - especially Fs - Ps and Ts). I might have missed a 'plosive here but every swear word seems to start with one.
Why the grounding? To keep new fencing costs down in 'Rosie-proofing' the wilderness from The Field Beyond. Rosie is our mum's rescue with a love of scaling heights to explore where she is not meant to be.
Russian Vine? Ought to have an alternative use for weaving or entangling those with evil on their minds. In this case she has deemed me to be the latter, which to be fair is fair given I want to eradicate her.
So the upshot is that the next chapter of Legs from the Dregs won't be arriving until 1st October when The Aviary will introduce you to the peculiar habits and remarkable antics of some familiar feathered friends.
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