Gifts of grass

The bigger share of my gratitude went to the gift of vetiver grass.

Klutz gardening

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 →

Raising beds

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.

More Hügelkultur

When it came to returning the soil to the pit, and covering all the wood, there were worms in almost every shovelful of soil.

Strange trellises of the odd kind

The purpose of this post is to document how ungainly my vining solutions have been.

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 →

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