By the corner house there used to be
Shrubbery and a recumbent tree
Where small birds liked to play.
Now there's a block-paved yard,
A useless space for man or bird
But the landlord likes it that way.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
We have a strawberry patch out the back in a raised bed and it produces this sort of harvest every two or three days at this time of year.
Update 14/6/2019: Furthermore
|View of the raised bed|
|Where they hide|
|About 1lb today?|
The collective farm continues its Stakhanovite production:
|Update: 15/6/2019 - bigger bowl, 2lb?|
We sing as we harvest the crop:
|Sunday 16th of June, 2019|
Thursday, May 02, 2019
I have been rewriting something this week and I can't believe how full of errors it is. It's like wood that has been completely infested with woodworm. Leaving things for a good long while helps to see them better later on, they say. I'm conscious that I haven't posted anything for ages, so meanwhile, here is a photo that reminds me I have actually done a few things in my time, had a lot of fun and made some good friends. Layers upon layers.
|Corkboard in my office at home|
Friday, March 29, 2019
I will share a writing tip that I was keeping to myself. Because, what have I got to lose? After every sentence you write, imagine there’s a child in that wonderful phase when to everything you say, they ask “Why?” Then you will have your next sentence. Its main use is in getting started. It gets you from the diving board into the water. But also, later on, it might help you to resume when you’re a bit stuck for the next sentence.