A few characters that may grow on you. |
Mr. Noah Washington, calls a spade, a bleedin' spade. Unless he's somehow lost it, or it is otherwise, mislaid. And then it's “Where's that dratted thing, I had it half a mo. But where on earth I've put it down, I'm blessed if I know.” Then he'll sit and read his paper, and smoke a pipe or two. Gardening is such very hard work, there's an awful lot to do. Percy Potts loves planting peas, he puts them in a row. And every pea that Percy plants, is very sure to grow. Percy Potts loves the straight and narrow, This is the rule, when he plants a marrow. Slightly curved just will not pass, His marrows are of a different class. Percy Potts uses parsnips, to make a treasured wine, Most think it disgusting, but he thinks it's divine. Miss Amy Herrington-Fythe was both genteel and down at heel. Growing organic veg, gave her a pleasure, she could frankly not conceal. No chemicals for her, as ripe, fresh manure truly was her thing. And given half a chance, its praises she would highly sing. She'll trot along the bridle paths with her bucket and a shovel. Ready to scoop it up, then take it home at the double. |