Art everywhere

Vague recollections of batiks smelling of hot wax in the art room at school.

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.

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