Friday, July 21, 2006

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

How do I know Spring is coming?

Because the naughtier cat's very very long-haired palm-frond tail is all wet and bedraggled.

Why is the naughtier cat's very very long-haired palm-frond tail all wet and bedraggled?

Because she has been sitting on the kitchen windowsill while the sink was full of hot water, detergent and dishes.

Why has she been sitting on the kitchen windowsill?

Because just outside the kitchen window, two honey-eaters are building a nest in the tangle of jasmine, rosemary, bougainvillea, passionfruit vine and climbing rose.

Why is there a tangle?

Because I didn't do the pruning in time, before they began to nest, and of course I can't possibly prune that stretch of the fence now. And besides:

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.

1 comment:

Ampersand Duck said...

Now that's a view worth looking at while you wash up! A tangle of growth, birds and a fluffy cat.

I hate washing up at night, because it means looking out at yourself. Daytime is far more engaging. I've got large single-layer hot pink camelias outside my kitchen window, and they're juicing up for a show.