It is not quite August, yet, and spring is making itself felt with blossoms here and there, and last night the toads we imported from our previous residence (with our pond fish) started croaking songs of love. The first yellow-billed kite has returned from northern climes. Also, I have now been able to recommission the portapool after gaining enough water from our deluges for a major backwash, and the kids all went for a swim in it today. Brrrrr!
My crazy paving (or laying of slasto) has taken forever, but the bits are finally in place and level. The pictures below are of progress – I still need one properly showing the final effect.
Crazy paving is an art
Which, tried, you will be rueing it:
If you’re not crazy at the start,
You’re driven crazy doing it.
Chances are you were insane
To ever have attempted it
Never mind the gain from pain –
You’d rather be exempted it.
But when, at last, it has been laid
You’re pleased that you completed it;
Less mess from mud in house is made;
Explained,* you have defeated it.
(*’Explain’ comes from Latin where it meant ‘lay out flat’. The best way to explain some people in the way they deserve is, in fact, a punch on the jaw.)