Rambling Rose

I went for a walk along along the canal this week. I haven’t been down there since March, having boycotted the area as the bleakness of the late winter landscape- straggly bushes, shivering birds, sluggish grey water, depressing grey sky- was enough to finally tip me over the edge. Seasonal Affective Disorder? You have no idea. Well, what a contrast. Those straggly bushes are now in glorious flower, the sunlight is shimmering on the water, there are flutterbys everywhere, and the blackberries are ripening on the bramble bushes. Heaven is picking fresh blackberries as you amble to nowhere in particular; they are still slightly under-ripe which I like anyway. I enjoy eating fruit that is not quite ripe, God only knows why. It started with the tartness of not-quite-ripe Cashew fruits and Almonds when I was a kid. Yep, I can honestly say I’ve always been weird, to the surprise of absolutely no one anywhere. And no, I’ve never had a resulting stomach ache. Go figure.

Only two serpents in the garden. One dopey cyclist with a ghetto blaster strapped to his back. His choice of music? ‘Cotton Eyed Joe’ Words fail me but I guess his lifestyle choices are punishment enough. Let’s draw a veil over that. Then there was the rather chunky woman filling a carrier bag with blackberries. Now, hedgerowing is not an issue if you are walking through woodland in a rural area. People in those areas usually control their greed and know to leave some for others, and there is plenty to go round. Filling a bag with blackberries in an urban area is just plain selfish. By all means, pop a few in your mouth but don’t pick enough to make several pies….. and yes, I’m no sylph either but I most definitely did not eat all the pies. Should I have mentioned that she was standing in a clump of nettle plants? A better Christian would have……… 🙂 Speaking of which, did you know that God never told Eve not to eat the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden? Eve had not yet been created yet when the edict was handed down, so it’s all Adam’s fault. This occured to me as I was waking up this morning and I checked it. This is why I should never be allowed any free time. What with male/female relations coming along so well, I thought I should toss that little cluster bomb in the mix 🙂

My fave cartoon of the week? Easy peasy, it’s the one by Pugh addressing Roman Abramovich’s imminent divorce. It must be utterly surreal for those concerned, reading all the stuff in the papers. The press list all their possessions as though they amount to a panacea for a broken heart. Too bizzarre. Ladies, form an orderly queue, although I personally draw the line at cycling as a hobby. Sometimes it’s just easier to work for a living! Dasvidaniya as we now say at AlaraApothecary. Have a terrific week.

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