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.
These are not the jeans that inspired the name of this blog all those years ago, but a passable substitute.
I did so love the days when my company vehicle was a 2.7 litre diesel truck, especially when it was loaded with sacks of manure for delivery to my father's garden!