S is for….
Sing. (and slowworm)
Sing a song. There are very few people who have heard me sing. It’s because I am really, really bad. Almost tone deaf in fact. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I have a memory of being told not to sing in the house by my father because I’m so bad. However; if I try to sing when I’m alone at home, and the windows are shut, and the music is loud – I can almost forget this. And singing always makes me feel perkier.
So… Switch the radio / cd player /mp3 / ipod on and have a good old sing-a-long. Do a bit of a dance while you are at it.
Go on. I dare you. 🙂
Today’s photo is of a rose at my neighbour, Sue’s plot. She doesn’t know what variety this is but I think it looks like it escaped from Alice In Wonderland, mid paint.
As a bonus I’ve added a photo of a slowworm and her young that we uncovered when we first took on the allotment in 2010.
As one of my pal’s says regularly “makes you glad to be alive”
I usually poke her with my poking finger when she says that.