In this old tree stump down the lane, swarmed by ivy, I always see a man standing with his head bowed… Although the ivy has begun to dangle alarmingly from his nose in recent weeks… perhaps he is growing a trunk?
In this old tree stump down the lane, swarmed by ivy, I always see a man standing with his head bowed… Although the ivy has begun to dangle alarmingly from his nose in recent weeks… perhaps he is growing a trunk?
Don’t old men always have trouble with nose hair? Maybe he just needs a pair of tweezers for Christmas…
He he … I must say I am very tempted to tidy him up with a pair of secateurs… although he is rather tall, and my husband did ask how I was going to reach…?
Isn’t that what husbands are for?!
I did suggest that he may want to carry a step ladder from the house up the lane the half mile or thereabouts and hop on it with the loppers, but he didn’t seem enthusiastic…
Can’t think why, seems perfectly reasonable to me…
oy, you two, stop talking about us men in such a derogatory manner! glad you are surviviing the winter up there in the hills…take care….
Heh. All said with the fondest affection for you boys. Indeed these hills are coping admirably, while dressed rather prettily for winter.
Hope that Cook Jenny is keeping you warm and full of hot tea and cake…
Awesome Ivy! Great picture and story…..
Thank you!
So IvyMan will become Elephant Man!
Poor chap!
gorgeous!
OK, so why is the old man sneezing into a cauliflower???
He he he, that is the question!