I hope my story today makes you smile. Last Autumn I had a major job done on my back garden which was far too big for me to manage even before I broke my hip. Half of it was flattened, gravelled and dotted with evergreen shrubs. I love it. A few weeks ago I sat in the garden on Priscilla while J, my gardener's partner, was weeding and D, the gardener, was mowing the front lawn. We were chatting about the new piece and I mentioned how I really would rather like a statuette of some kind to stand on it.
Yesterday they came, D to mow and J to weed the patio. They arrived at the same time as the Book Group arrived so I paid them and just left them to get on with it. At tea time yesterday, realising that I certainly would not need my body warmer for a day or two I went into what used to be my bedroom to hang it in the wardrobe and there he was! Standing mid-garden, staring into my old bedroom window stood a statuette of a naked man leaning up against a lion. Nothing on his anatomy was left to the imagination. All very classical and I remembered how we had chatted at the time and J had said I needed a pretty naked classical statue of a cherub preferably a female one and I had jokingly replied that no - I had no male in the household any longer so that was what I needed. I have certainly got it in no uncertain terms - a present from the gardener and his partner and christened by them Mr Winkle.
It has been a glorious day here = pure unbroken sunshine but just a tad hot for me. I have my niece coming for lunch tomorrow so I set the table today and that was all I could do - the rest of the day I have sat with my feet up and rested. I suspect it will be just as warm tomorrow.
Have a nice evening.
29 degrees here and terrific, really can't complain, it's so nice, everybody looks so happy and relaxed.
ReplyDeleteSo love the story about Mr. Winkle.
Happy Mr Winkle out your window!
ReplyDeleteOoh.. naughty!
ReplyDeleteNice one...may we have some garden photos sometime please?!
ReplyDeleteLove this story--your gardeners are real keepers, I'd say.
ReplyDeleteI am imagining the conversation between your gardeners on the way home, knowing that you hadn't yet seen it.
ReplyDeleteAt least Mr. Winkle will be cool! Too humid for me. I have been exhausted since I got back from my walk this morning. To think I was drinking hot soup and wearing a sweater last week!
ReplyDeleteReally made me smile...and brought to mind this video...the cameraman doesn't know how to get the singer in...and everything else out!
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7gVwW6i8ww
What stars your gardeners are!
That's a great story about Mr. Winkle! and I agree that we need to see a photo!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Enjoy looking at Mr Winkle - it will bring a smile to your lips whenever you look out !
ReplyDeleteHow do you know it is called Mr Winkle and is a present if you were busy and didn't see them?
ReplyDeleteI am still not able to work out camera and laptop so can't put a photo on - as for the garden - this hot weather will I am sure - finish off almost all the herbaceous flowers for this year but will try and photograph Mr W and the patio in a day or two when my visitors have gone.
ReplyDeleteOh that is just too funny. I love your sense of humor.
ReplyDeletePs: I think you'd best mind your words around the gardeners. They sound like a high spirited bunch.
ReplyDeleteI love it! That was a thoughtful gift for you and Mr. Winkle is the perfect name!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your Mr. winkle! Let's see a picture.
ReplyDeleteLove the story.
ReplyDeleteWhy not pose with Mr W and ask your visitors to take the shot?
ReplyDeleteVery good!! Could you ask your visitors to take a photo and put it up for you - or perhaps your clever son could when he's got a free moment. A great gift, and much better for you than a little cherub!!
ReplyDeleteSo the moral of the story is that you have to be careful what you ask for. Your gardeners have a good sense of humor and knew you would like it.
ReplyDeleteWhich way does Mr Winkle face? Far too hot here yesterday too, probably the same again today.
ReplyDeleteSame here Cro
ReplyDeleteRed- not sure 'like' is the right word here!
Thanks everyone.
I would prefer to choose such a statue myself.
ReplyDeleteUnbelievable, after just a couple of hot days, the moans have already started, never mind it'll be the winter soon.
ReplyDeleteOh what a lovely gift - and no fig-leaf to preserve modesty! I bet it really makes that little area.
ReplyDeleteWhen Tam and I were in Florence there were MANY fabulous statues dotted about - shall we say, the chaps were, ahem, larger than life!!
Sunshine and kindness, what a good day that was.
ReplyDeleteI can just imagine what the neighbours are saying!
ReplyDeleteIn reply to Jennie, I always thought the male 'tackle' had to be smaller on Roman statues so as not too upset....
ReplyDeleteIs he properly masked up?
ReplyDelete*hahahahahahahaha* I LOVE this story!!! And I'm sure I'd love Mr. Winkle too. I'm so glad he has chosen YOU to live with, my dear. Long may he wave! :-D ~Andrea xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteI knew it was from my gardeners because nobody else came into the back gardenall day/ They said they had christened him Mr Winkle. In fact I have had a closer look at him this morning and it is obviously one of the seven labours of Hercules.
ReplyDeleteThelma - seemingly he may well be Greek???
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