h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hard to beat a good fresh chucky-egg.

JTG

We had geese once and their eggs were even better.
But then we went away for Christmas and someone stole them for their dinner

That's despicable! I dare say that whoever stole your geese wouldn't like it very much if someone was to steal something belonging to them and eat it for christmas dinner. Mind you, the vengeance theft would probably not reap anything as yummy as a goose anyway; and serving someone's pets or children for christmas dinner might seriously restrict one's selection of dinner guests.

JTG

While Geese in general are yummy, I doubt ours were. They were a little old, and very bitter. They had a real grudge against me - didn't like my visits to feed them at all.....

What kind were they? A few years ago, I brought some Canada goose eggs home from work for a friend to raise. They followed her around like puppies... after they had hatched, of course

JTG

I can't remember except that they were grey (I know they weren't Canada geese cos I still like them). I was only seven, and all I wanted was a puppy

I suppose there are limitations to the amount of fun a seven-year-old can have with a bunch of geese, not even in the same league as a puppy... but I bet the geese never ate your wellies.

JTG

No but they did invade the tennis court and made it their favourite toilet,
Which had a devastating effect on my trainers

Not to mention your serve and volley game.

JTG

I was always much more of a baseliner. I used to let my friends handle the volleying.
The theory was that if they missed I'd be there to return the ball

All that frantic running about is so inelegant too. It's much better to orchestrate things from the baseline... in a lawn chair, if possible.

JTG

If anyone else was playing I'd be slung along a tree branch above the bluebells watching.
My friends made me play barefoot once as a handicap...........

That's a lovely image, especially with winter fast approaching. I was always rather hopeless at tennis, and would probably have needed a much more substantial handicap than that.

The bluebells are lovely.
We have a large bank behind the tennis court, and it gets covered with snowdrops, then daffodils, then bluebells.
And then hydrangeas
But I missed them all this year.

What a shame; it must be beautiful. I rescued a host of daffodils from a police station last year, and replanted them in a big drift in one of my gardens at work. They had been squeezed into a tiny space for so long that the bulbs were like tiny shallots, but we may see a few flowers next Spring.

JTG

I don't think we've planted any bulbs in years, the flowers just appear.
Great for Mothers Day

'Ah, to be in England...'

I remember flying over London, many years ago, when the commons and park land seemed to be ablaze with daffodils. Nothing else says 'Spring', to me, in quite the same way. Glorious!

JTG

Well you could always spell out spring in flowers in your back garden
And then climb a nice high tree to look at them.

We have a very eccentric back garden that wouldn't take well to being written on; but it does, in its own way, spell Spring... only it is spelt with a capital 'F' for Fritilaria, which is read more by the nose than the eye.

JTG

Ours just smells fresh cut grass once in a while
Unless the farmers have been muck-spreading the fields around us