Vague recollections of batiks smelling of hot wax in the art room at school.
Art everywhere
Mere digger of soil
The beginnings of a strictly a no-dig, organic bed.
The tomato imperative
I spotted a faded deck chair with a metal frame that someone had left at the communal rubbish bin.
Who will harvest my pumpkins?
My play would have the old man surrounded by unharvested pumpkins at various stages of maturity, some enormous.
That elusive pair of jeans 