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.

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.

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.

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 →

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