I spotted a faded deck chair with a metal frame that someone had left at the communal rubbish bin.
The tomato imperative
Who will harvest my pumpkins?
My play would have the old man surrounded by unharvested pumpkins at various stages of maturity, some enormous.
Fallen onions
Watering the spot of the fallen seeds has been an exercise in boredom.
Tractor ride
That's what is bound to happen when you tramp up and down a two-kilometre stretch with a hoe in your hand.
Moonbeam
The word moonbeam, describing a lone phenomenon in the night sky, has slammed two words into one neat little unit.
Straight lines
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 →
Onion sequel
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.
Old man’s sleeve
Of course, it is not the ash of burnt roses beneath the soil.
Those jeans
These are not the jeans that inspired the name of this blog all those years ago, but a passable substitute.
