World's Worst Photographer finally gets one right. This is my beautiful waterlily camellia which I care for with great diligence, in other words, it takes water from next door's garden, gets the sun for free and sometimes I remember to feed it.
After reading the previous post I thought I'd better get the rake and find 'Moby Dick' under the bed. Bad move, it means going up the side of the house that I usually ignore. I'm sure I was only up there a few months ago, well maybe last summer but when did the hanging gardens of Babylon start sprouting in the spouting? This means a trip up the ladder to check things out (where are you Davo, when I need you) but I didn't make it past the first three steps and I needed two more for a squizz. The flesh was willing but the spirit was weak, it looked a long way to the ground and I didn't have a safety net. I intend to ignore it. The black birds are foraging for food all along there which means there's crawlers and I can't have my black birds going hungry.
The rake worked, one copy of Moby Dick, one synchrotron notebook, one earring I thought I'd lost forever, two empty pill bottles (junkie) and a covey of dust bunnies. Under the bed is clean, I feel so righteous.