It's Sunday. A very lazy day in the 5th toadstool from the left,especially for my beau,Pendragon. He works very hard during the week,and wants Sunday to be a day when he mainly lies down,surrounded by a sea of Sunday newsrags and gallons of roasted coffee.For me,the Rainbow Faery, it is a sea of washing and a heap of breakfast dishes,which greets the day.We have been upgrading our little toadstool for some time now. Various works have been done. New windows, new eco friendly heating,little room added on to the back where Pendragon and I catch the sunbeams and eat our daily provisions.Outside this we have just added a new seating area,which will be edged by the new garden we are planning.It's not a large space ,just big enough to be managed with joy by Pendragon and I. It will be full of flowers,in keeping with our Toadstool name, Flowerpot Cottage.We love building up our toadstool home and are rather proud of it. It is lovely to live here,comfortable both outside and in.The only signs of any flurry of activity from Pendragon on a Sunday is when he goes outside to look over our stately holdings,review the health of the lawn,cart off the intruding weeds,and lop something off the nasty beech hedge which forms the barrier between our garden and the neighbours in Toadstool no.6. To be honest, he has lopped off rather a lot of the nasty beech hedge in recent months,and I'm not sure how the two incumbents of Toadstool 6 are feeling about that, but suffice it to say, they don't have too much to say when we are putting our refuse bins out on Monday nights. That may be because of the large amount of beech clippings sticking out of our bin,and them having 20/20 vision.It is a really revolting hedge,of course.When we arrived here,three summers ago, it was forging its way across our garden at great speed. We felt we were living in a shoebox rather than a toadstool. It had to go ,or at the very least be persuaded to grow in the other direction.Pendragon did try other alternatives,- spells in the early morning after the first fall of dew, hypnotism, potions and chanting,even giving it a good sound talking to. With no success in sight,he was then seen charging out the front door,on a regular basis, with his hacksaw and sharp pink secateurs.The beech leaves fell. The beech twigs fell.Whole beech branches bit the dust.Meanwhile I watched anxiously from the sidelines ,occasionally glancing upwards towards the neighbouring toadstool window, where two pairs of black eyes twitched behind the curtains. Pendragon remains unmoved by thoughts of any possible upset to them.He is firmly resolved to ensure that Flowerpot Cottage remains unspoiled by sticky leaves,smelly foliage and the rampant march of the hedge's greedy progress. Regrettably this means we won't be invited to barbacues, birthday parties,breakfast brunches or firework displays anytime soon at No.6 .
Love and friendship to all, from the Rainbow Faery