Stray thoughts, tamed.
The beginnings of a strictly a no-dig, organic bed.
I spotted a faded deck chair with a metal frame that someone had left at the communal rubbish bin.
My play would have the old man surrounded by unharvested pumpkins at various stages of maturity, some enormous.
Watering the spot of the fallen seeds has been an exercise in boredom.
That's what is bound to happen when you tramp up and down a two-kilometre stretch with a hoe in your hand.
The word moonbeam, describing a lone phenomenon in the night sky, has slammed two words into one neat little unit.
Giotto (c. 1267-1367) demonstrated his artistic skill by drawing a perfect circle without the aid of a pair of compasses. Upon learning this story from my sister when much younger, I did idle away some time trying to do the same, and then overlaying a compass-drawn circle on my pathetic efforts. The results convinced me... Continue Reading →
As a hedge against the possible failure of the perfect seedling tray, I decided to plant a very short row of seeds in another bed.
Of course, it is not the ash of burnt roses beneath the soil.
