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.

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.

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