If you think I'm just about setting up vignettes to take on the Iphone.
Fashioning floral frippery.
Or, crafting poodles.
You've been warned.
I've done the hard yards this week.
Painting rooftop finials.
Was the least of it.
Don't be alarmed they weren't up there against that foreboding sky when I tarred them with
enamel paint, and of course, then worked out
I was sans turpentine.
Why? Oh, why.
It's a nice finishing touch.
I've also weeded and mulched the chalkface's Sow's Ear.
With the workers.
Just in time for the weeds to grow, over the summer break,
which starts tomorrow.
At least I'll know I'm leaving it in good order.
I had the help of J, too.
A senior worker at the chalkface who fits the bill of a typical government school business plan nicely.
She does the job of ten good men on a mediocre day.
It seems that the upper echelons of essential government services
manage most personnel this way.
Schools, hospitals and the like.
I've noticed a trend.
J looks after the grounds on the campus.
The grounds includes a dry-forest, real rainforest and a myriad of
exotic filled garden beds that are constantly riddled with weeds.
And, in her own time, she's helped with the Sow's Ear or our chalkface
The vegetable and herb garden isn't something she is meant to do.
She's got enough on her plate. I understand.
In my ideal world, there would be a literacy, numeracy and Sow's Ear audit.
Key question: Can you grow your own greens?
A kitchen garden would be compulsory participation.
Wouldn't it be lovely?
Have you got 10 Good Men in your life?
Well, you're lucky.