Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Flowers

A few bunches of wilted magenta Sweet Williams at the supermarket till reminded me of Harvest Festival at church; we sat in the car on the way there, holding bunches of flowers picked from McDad's garden.
Woe betide the bearer of Sweet Williams!
Earwigs would tumble out of the dark green beards that ringed the florets, scuttling up sleeves, down socks and into crevices in the car seat; shuddering, we'd scream and jump about. McDad would have to slow the car and threaten to drop us at the side of the road.
AAARRRGH!!!!

1 comment:

frayedattheedge said...

I would have been screaming too - I hate the little blighters .... but not as much as I hate slugs!!!