Autumn Toadstools

Well I just noticed this morning, that a few fairy houses have popped up on my lawn.

Another Equinox Disaster

A crashing of pots and pans A wailing of obscenities and the accidental release of flatulence gas, a twist and a squeeze, the sausage escaped from my grasp, diving off the bench and freeing the bag of potatoes I had captured earlier that day, they both bolted for the door and ran off into the night. “By the pagan gods of compressed meat products you will not escape!” I cried, the little Sausage turned yelling back with a rude gesture included “I already have”.

Slumping to the ground now overpowered by my own flatulent outburst earlier on,
I new I had lost the battle… “Another equinox celebration ends in disaster” I said,
“Maybe I should think about going back to farming cucumbers”…