Aboard the Poetry Bus and the Hellebore Bore strikes again!

This week our task set by TFE was to finish a poem which begins 'She was wearing Stella McCartney, I was drinking Stella Artois'. I have changed one word of this and my offering is as follows:-


She was wearing Stella McCartney
He was drinking Stella Artois.
She nearly fell off her five inch heels
as she sauntered into the bar.
She was obviously on the lookout
for a pickup with plenty of charm
but the guy she had her eye on
was eyeing her with alarm.
She engaged him in conversation
in a rather seductive voice,
hoping to gain his approval
and go home with the man of her choice.
It was doomed right from the beginning -
she didn't stand a chance.
He left with the chap sitting next to him
and neither gave her a glance.

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I hoped so much that this hellebore would bloom as dark as this, and my hopes have materialised - isn't it gorgeous? There is quite a clump of them and I hope they'll seed themselves all over the place.

The white one here is the same flower I posted some time back and it still looks good. I am astounded that they survive the awful snow and frosts and still look beautiful. Maybe those conditions are what they like best. They are certainly a lovely reward after such a long and cold winter.

Still no daffodils yet but plenty on the way - they'll be worth waiting for and most welcome when they arrive.