I find something appealing about marbles. The irrational but ever-present child in me wants them.
Little fallen onions
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 →
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.
