Yesterday in the National Trust gift shop I saw these 'charming little plant-pot-toppers, destined to become your little friends in the garden'.
Today I wandered into my veg patch and saw what had happened to my peas...
They have been eaten and slimed! I have laid a carpet of slug wool pellets (not poison pellets which are now illegal) over the whole pot, and we shall have to go slugging this evening. I read that you can put down slices of cucumber to lure the slugs and snails away from your plants. I might try this, and then we can hurl them, cucumber and all, over the back fence into the rough ground. The article said you should take them at least 50 feet away, so maybe we'll carry them down to the stream.
And I don't think I'm in the market for welcoming any snails, resin or real, in my garden!
Although... this odd little singing game was a huge favourite in the infant classes when I was still teaching; there's something entirely magical how halfway through when you are all in a big circle you are all facing outwards... and you repeat the game and end up facing inwards again. Most mysterious.
Having done something about my peas in the morning, I was slumped on the settee. After a wasted hour doing zip, zilch and absolutely nothing at all, I had a sharp word to say to say to myself. Did I really want to go to bed having done none of the petty little things that were hanging over me? Or how about stirring myself and dealing with them NOW?
That seemed to work, and I wrote the get well card, answered some emails, checked my bank account and packed up some trousers to go back to the shop...
...Oh yes, now, about those trousers, well, how the mighty are toppled from their gloating. My current trousers are definitely too loose now (hurrah!) so I ordered a couple of pairs in lovely colours from my trusty favourite shop. Alas and alack... I'm definitely between sizes, not a whole size smaller as I'd thought.
BB has walked the card and the parcel round to the post office and I've made biscuits to cheer myself up.
Music
What could be better than Fauré 'Apres un rêve' on the cello? Six cellos, of course! I love the way they share the melody.
My peas have suddenly shot up, but so far only leaves no signs of pods
ReplyDeleteMy peas have survived the night, with the slug and snail protection. Phew
DeleteAre they will pellets you use? I find find they work well. Ugh slugs I really don't like them. The cellos are wonderful. Regards Sue H
ReplyDeleteThat should read wool pellets not will! Sue H
ReplyDeleteI'm going to search for more by this ensemble.
DeleteYes, they are wool pellets, I've had some success with them. I don't mind snails quite as much as I can pick them up by the shell and throw them. But slugs... nope.
Those days when the will is not able to get the body going happen without reason. Overcoming them certainly makes one feel better.
ReplyDeleteYes, I hate it when I get into a slump and small things pile up. Inertia is a powerful force!
DeleteI love that little snail!
ReplyDeleteThe children song and dance made me smile. Granddaughter loves music, has since she was born, and loves listening to things like this!
It is a cute snail, and at least it wouldn't eat my veg. I've never met a small child who didn't love music, and singing games.
DeleteThat song is now an ear worm!!
ReplyDeleteNice easy tune though!
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