Post 1646. Friday April 6
My Friend Rosey has been a feature of my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Rosey loves growing flowers and still has a corner of her parent’s garden she calls her own. Their village holds an annual produce show and since childhood, Rosey has entered the competition for the best floral exhibit.
I dropped by last time and immediately spotted Rosey, resplendent in a baggy flower print dress, patterned rubber boots and a straw hat encircled by wildflowers. She couldn’t wait to show me her entry, and I must say I was very impressed.
Rosey noticed a display of huge arum lilies and couldn’t resist sniffing one up close. As you may be aware lilies are notorious for staining anything that comes in contact with their pollen, so for the rest of the afternoon, her nose resembled a carrot! Someone even joked she should enter it in the vegetable section!
Just when I thought Rosey had got through the day without incident, she bumped into the chrysanthemums bench. Well, one vase toppled, and her attempts to catch it caused a domino effect. There was a stunned silence until Rosey started giggling and in no time at all everyone joined in! She didn’t win a prize, but her sweet peas got ‘highly commended’.
Rosey is thinking of getting an allotment, a little piece of land with a wooden shed and a bird table. I hope she does. She’s clearly quite green fingered, and very orange nosed!
Tomorrow G is for Grannie
On this day last year, I took you for a drink at Amble Bays’ pub, The Fish Inn. To revisit click HERE