OK I was um "tagged" to play this Blog-game-whatsit by Rondy who was tagged by Gemma who was tagged by Pip . Hee hee it's like playing catchies in the playground! The Tag game "rules" are as follows: 1.Go to the 8th folder in which you store your photos.
2.Select the 8th photo.
3.Post it to your blog and tell the story behind it.
4.After following the above instructions, you are ‘supposed’ to tag 8 other bloggers. So. Here's my interpretation/variation:
1.OK so I don't have folders of photos, I kind of keep them on my camera which seems to have a vast memory card.
2.The 8th photo was (shock horror) of the shop! So I went for the 88th instead as I think you've seen quite a few pics of the shop!
3.OK I've posted it to my Blog & shall shortly rave on about it!
4.Rondy already tagged our mutual Blog friend Bianca who is most likely to play! But I tag the lovely Kelly and of course Sophie from That Vintage and mmmm Holly who hasn't blogged for weeks! The only way they'll know they're tagged is if they read this blog! Mahahahaha (evil laugh - it's a trap!)
OK then.....my photo is of the congregation of snails who live in our backyard. They love to assemble on the old clay chimney pot when it rains. Only they know why. Our back yard is a complete disaster area. When we bought the house 5 years ago, we had all these great plans and pretty much trashed the perfectly fine plants & then......nothing. So, now it is completely overgrown with nasturtiums & bamboo that escaped it's pot.
(Mum did say "That's going to end in tears!")
Our varied excuses for the horror outside the back door include that the shop kind of took over our lives straight away and that the three huge (and beautiful) swamp oaks over the back fence constantly shed their needles and seed things - literally coating our tiny yard and deterring us from bothering to even attempt improving things out there! Whatever! The snails; native birds; skinks & blue tongues love it at least!
I do love encouraging snails though, because my Mum & my Nan always made such a big deal about them! I remember my Nan virtually combing the choko vines for snails & throwing them over the fence into her neighbour's yard when I was little.
(She never did like the neighbours on that side!)
Mum always threatens to get the salt pot out and slaughter every snail that she sees! I guess it cracks me up when she sees the swarms of them chomping away merrily without a care in the world. Sometimes, to chill out or clear my head, I have been known to stand in the back yard for a few minutes & just watch the snails. They actually move quite quickly and seem to be rather organised socially. I do think our snails are rather happy with their lot in life!
And you know what? That makes me feel glad.
Glad is one of my favourite ways to feel.
xxxx