An occasional glance at the spectacular progress of "machete" Phil as he wrests his garden from the raw stubborness of the truculent earth. (He's my bro' y'no.)
Monday, November 28, 2005
The golden apples of Summer hang a-mouldering on the twig.
I'm really sorry Phil - I know I should have come over sooner....I only missed once....honest.... It'll probably be alright after a drop of rain....hope you enjoyed your holiday....Mike