The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

Virginia Creeper, Ivy and angry birds

Leave a comment

Oh dear. The Furlong garden has gone wild. Not only have the plants grown huge so that visitors need scythes and pangas to get into the garden gate, but the Virginia creeper on the wall and the ivy at the gate are consuming the place. In the old days, Mr Furlong would have shinned up a ladder and given the Virginia creeper a haircut and I would have yanked the Ivy out of the Yorkshire stone wall on our boundary.  Something has happened to our energy levels in directly opposite  rates to theirs.

The Ivy has thick trunks that disappear into secret holes between the rocks and fingers of Virginia creeper are feeling their way into our roof gutters. The situation is really serious. We have to do something fast.

We might need professional help.

Oh – Mr F just suggested we go out and attend to Virginia creeper – so we have. We find it’s mostly Ivy.  Hard work – but worth it. Good work to both us old people, him up the ladder and me holding it. What me holding it could have done in an emergency, beats me. But we did it together – and that’s the point.

Not thinking of doing it for a living though….

And our birds are really cross with us poor things.

 

Advertisements

Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

Please do comment! That's part of the fun...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s