What will I hear through the grapevine...?

The land is dry. The grass no longer remembers its former green glory. Instead it is heard sneezing, as its dry, hay-like complexion tickles its own yellowing nose. Most flowers have already come and gone, and the garden is looking tired, oh so tired...

Time to introduce a little colour!

Under the grapevine is a scruffy old wooden bench, under-used by humans but all the more frequented by pigeons. Pigeons here are the size of badgers, and what they leave behind is disgusting enough to frighten most people to find seating elsewhere... But today I braved it, dug out an old red table cloth, some bunting and a couple of fabric "bag-baskets" (all of which I made a few years ago, with Christmas in mind...!) and voilà, our garden is once more a room of colour.

And here I sit now, devoting myself to some healthy day-dreaming, and  listening to what I might hear through the grapevine...