On My Mind

On my mind

I am going to tell you what I have been about.

No need to brace yourself, it is mundane stuff, but,

Deserving, I think, of record:

I wonder, I thought, ( and here, this being a low-budget poem, I advise insertion of your own quotation marks)

I wonder if I might garden in my pyjamas?

It's Warm, and Humid, and I considered it

OK, weather-wise, at least.

Besides, I reasoned, why bother to change? The hedges are high and the neighbours about their business. 

From pyjamas I came, and to pyjamas I will return, so,

It's just a matter of cutting out the trousery-bit

In between.

So I gardened in my pyjamas.

I hoed the herbs with careful attention to detail. 

With new hoe.

(£15.95 from Spear and Jackson, good for another nine years, eleven months, and twenty-four days ..) 

Coming close to a blooming foxglove, I turned up it's trumpets

And marvelled at the multitude of ants also

About their business. 

The cranesbill leaves I noticed, not sure that I approved, are laced with bug work.

And so on. 

There's something a little sixty-sixish about gardening in pyjamas. 

I think, when I was younger, I would have looked upon it as a worrying sign. 

Now I know, and I am laughing, it's no such thing.

When the hedges are high, and the neighbours about their business, you can do

What you bloody well like and really, REALLY not 

Give a damn. 

:)