Pat The Dog

March 4th 2009.

The view from my office window continues to improve as the hanging baskets multiply, and, I am pleased to report, water themselves now that I, reticulation man, have worked my special breed of magic because the palm tree on the lawn has grown quite a bit, the frangipanis are doing beautifully, and the place is looking pretty lush generally, a definite improvement from last summer’s frantic efforts to keep all the baby plants alive, an effort which failed dismally, but never mind ‘cos this is quite possibly the longest sentence I have ever written, so at least my struggles in the garden last summer, the ones mentioned earlier in this sentence, did not go to waste, which is nice.