I find something appealing about marbles. The irrational but ever-present child in me wants them.
Little fallen onions
Art everywhere
Vague recollections of batiks smelling of hot wax in the art room at school.
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 →
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.
Old man’s sleeve
Of course, it is not the ash of burnt roses beneath the soil.
Still life with onion
I did so love the days when my company vehicle was a 2.7 litre diesel truck, especially when it was loaded with sacks of manure for delivery to my father's garden!
Wireless
I tackled numerous little odd jobs around the house with surprising gusto.
Altruism ad absurdum
Being altruistic almost inevitably leads to disappointment. It might take decades for such high-flown principles to become threadbare, but the course is set – by destiny, even. Disappointment is on the cards. Such disappointment occurs at around 04:11, and might coincide with night thirst, caused by nothing more than sleeping with one's mouth open in... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 