I read every word with eager anticipation for the next one... Needless to say, I loved this entire piece (including the golden nugget of peeing on comfrey).
I often liken the rituals of a season to meeting an old friend. The annual joy of catching up, reminiscing about times gone by, and laughter – all that laughter that sustains us for an entire year until we meet again.
And yes, I love your line that appears near the beginning, “Isn’t there something in us that both craves and remembers flight?” It truly takes the mind of a talented poet to come up with that line...
Your Eden seems to involve a lot of work. Well worth it I imagine. I look forward to your vegan cookery book. You posted one of a soup which was excellent.
I’m glad your ankle is healing. Love from Marg xxx
Oh Marg what I've written is the frills on it! There is an ENORMOUS amount of work, all the time - there was I thinking I might have leisure time, and also mostly write. Haha. However, poor Chris has done all the immense amount of hard work this time of year, since I broke my foot, apart from sowing in pots (I've sown 100s of seeds now). I did a little weeding, but it doesn't take much for uneven ground to put a strain on my foot. Thank goodness for the friends who were here for a few days – they really mucked in, and made a difference.
Thanks for the compliment on the soup. Hope your own writing is going well. Rxx
"Isn’t there something in us that both craves and remembers flight?"
Oh yes Roselle, I often think this... when I was a child I was convinced I would one day be able to fly? I tried often, broke two fingers, sprained (quite badly) an ankle and still I didn't give up... one learns with age but it isn't always a learning that is wanted.
I have lost all my tomatoes - bar five plants sheltered in pots on my terrace - to early blight and this evening my aubergines are looking also decidedly unhappy too. I could cry... they had the best start with green mulch - nettles, comfrey (without pee but I will remember that!) and ground elder from a patch I cleared before it flowered and spread everywhere, but still the inclement weather was too much!
I read every word with eager anticipation for the next one... Needless to say, I loved this entire piece (including the golden nugget of peeing on comfrey).
I often liken the rituals of a season to meeting an old friend. The annual joy of catching up, reminiscing about times gone by, and laughter – all that laughter that sustains us for an entire year until we meet again.
And yes, I love your line that appears near the beginning, “Isn’t there something in us that both craves and remembers flight?” It truly takes the mind of a talented poet to come up with that line...
Jack, I'm very touched by what you say. Thank you so much for your (usual) generosity.
And yes, that's just right – remeeting each season as an old friend, indeed! Rx
Your Eden seems to involve a lot of work. Well worth it I imagine. I look forward to your vegan cookery book. You posted one of a soup which was excellent.
I’m glad your ankle is healing. Love from Marg xxx
Oh Marg what I've written is the frills on it! There is an ENORMOUS amount of work, all the time - there was I thinking I might have leisure time, and also mostly write. Haha. However, poor Chris has done all the immense amount of hard work this time of year, since I broke my foot, apart from sowing in pots (I've sown 100s of seeds now). I did a little weeding, but it doesn't take much for uneven ground to put a strain on my foot. Thank goodness for the friends who were here for a few days – they really mucked in, and made a difference.
Thanks for the compliment on the soup. Hope your own writing is going well. Rxx
"Isn’t there something in us that both craves and remembers flight?"
Oh yes Roselle, I often think this... when I was a child I was convinced I would one day be able to fly? I tried often, broke two fingers, sprained (quite badly) an ankle and still I didn't give up... one learns with age but it isn't always a learning that is wanted.
I have lost all my tomatoes - bar five plants sheltered in pots on my terrace - to early blight and this evening my aubergines are looking also decidedly unhappy too. I could cry... they had the best start with green mulch - nettles, comfrey (without pee but I will remember that!) and ground elder from a patch I cleared before it flowered and spread everywhere, but still the inclement weather was too much!
I hope your foot is recovering well Roselle xx