Saturday, January 26, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
now in these nights where lavender clouds drift across a broad baby-blue sky.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I wonder what gardening will be like, what sort of gardening there'll be, in a world screwed up, and screwed up by human will.
Will there be any chance to rest, soon? Will the wheels stop, as we'd like them to, and will significant numbers of human beings wake up enough to repair the damage?
Monday, January 7, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
I wander throughout the house, a ghost of my gardening self.
I daren't look any more outside till this evening, wimp that I am. THEN I'll be able to water some of my friends and bring them back to life.