Mottisfont

Was it last year or the year before I gave you a Mottisfont post? Maybe both. Well, here’s another one. You can kind of figure there’s going to be a Mottisfont post most years: National Collection of Old Roses? Hellgoddess? . . . Any questions? *

Given the lateness of the hour and the fact that WordPress will doolally my text anyway, I’m going to declare the following self-explanatory. If any of them aren’t, post questions to the forum and I’ll answer. ** I do wish to state however that I had no idea that Mottisfont’s new flyer was colour-coded for my new t-shirt. I also wish to draw your attention to my belt buckle and my All Stars. Cathy emailed me photos of All Stars available in my size this year at Jack’s Shoes around the corner from Wiscon–you know, the store I bought nineteen pairs of All Stars in the year I attended Wiscon, that Wiscon also being where I met her blah um I forget number of years ago***; she’s a regular attendee–and I chose these and she nobly brought them over. Pink. Yes. Flowers. Yes.# Oh, and my hat says Swan Bells. Western Australia.##

And I didn’t buy any new rosebushes. No! Not one! We’d had a fast whirl around the sales area and we were actually leaving, me empty-handed and triumphant . . . and was frelling shanghaied by one at the gate. Damn. I should have bought her too. But I didn’t. Damn.