Syncopated green

Years ago in the backwater, where few of us were piano players but some had special dancing shoes (with genuine leather soles, for smooth, smooth moves), a live rendition of Green Door, first popularised by Jim Lowe and revived decades later by Shakin Stevens, was always an excuse to get up and dance with gay... Continue Reading →

Peering at onions

One of the reasons I get up every morning, as opposed to curling up in a ball and wishing I could disappear permanently into oblivion, is to walk around the garden and looking at the vegetables growing, and enthusiastically give any of the abundant snails flying lessons, normally into the next door plot, where there... Continue Reading →

Seeking

True seeking does not involve spelling.

Hügelkultur

Hügelkultur has a lot in common with raised bed gardening.

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