…if I mowed it, where would the fairies live?
welcome to the jungle
Stay tuned for more ingenious excuses to get out of mowing my new garden.
Linking up with my little drummer boys and twinkle in the eye for wordless Wednesday
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That’s nothing! Talk to me when you’re lawn is as high as your armpit. That’s happened a few times at this house! And by the time it got to that length the fairies died from shock at the language I spewed at Dave! His excuse? It’s summer, and it rained and then was really sunny for a month!
Love that you’re daughter’s onesie’s not buttoned up…. I rarely button up onesies now 🙂
what you’re actually seeing is what happens when Daddy gets his daughter dressed 😉
This is exactly what Mr Nomad says. His second excuse is that it always looks greener when the weeds get a chance to grow a little.
Prue x
Hi Prue, thanks for popping in.
Looks like your husband attended the same school of efficient work practices as me!
It looks like a beautiful jungle!! 🙂
Ai @ Sakura Haruka
Thanks – I will use that excuse to let the dandelions grow even taller!
You can’t mow your lawn until you make clover necklaces and bracelets!
Now I have the Guns n Roses stuck in my head! 🙂
I much prefer an untamed, crazy garden. So much more for the imagination 🙂
It doesn’t look to bad, at least there is flowers. Oh, I see your going for the ‘flowery meadow’ look.
Gold, another excuse!!
Looks like the perfect home for fairies. Lisa 🙂
Hahaha bloody fairies, what an excuse! My husband always says, “Can’t mow the lawn, it’s wet.” Even on perfectly sunny days. I know right, stupid!?
Another one for the book
I think it’s fine – let the fairies stay.
Thanks for linking up.
Trish – My Little Drummer Boys