Smidgins of vegetable waste in a pile bring joy.
Anticipation of tomato jam infused with smidgins of joy.
Food colouring as smidgins of joy.
Gifts of grass
The bigger share of my gratitude went to the gift of vetiver grass.
As fellow blogger janeishly commented, "Klutz gardening is just an indication of your subconscious knowing where stuff will grow. Honest." I don't have to take her word for it, because I already know this to be true. I have racked up numerous instances of klutz gardening over the years, although these have seldom been documented.... Continue Reading →
The fluid continuum of gardening.
Pickled fallen onions
When I was about five I saw cocktail pickled onions in a jar for the first time. I remember asking my mother why they were so white.
Frames and onions
Frames of reference, frames of mind, reframing, change your mindset, change your mind, mind how you change. Reframe your philosophy if you are a philosopher. Aren't we all philosophers? I don't know. What I do know is that the above image featuring a frame of sorts that reflected my frame of mind when I made... Continue Reading →
Pumpkins and translation
You can get someone else to do the hard graft, but you will not have learned anything about structure.
When it came to returning the soil to the pit, and covering all the wood, there were worms in almost every shovelful of soil.