j.bartle

it was a warm day, yesterday above freezing my grandmother's birthday the sun was shining glimmering off the thawing lake birds were singing soil was squishing i was itching to get into the greenhouse - Early January, and it feels like Spring. Could be a dream; it's tempting. Pull all the debris, left by winter's kill. Fill the wheelbarrow with compost and dress the beds. Brassicas linger in the air. Beware of the smell - rotting cauliflower leaves tell of a time when things were lush and...

pelicans, purple peas & planning

consistency, evolution, wants vs needs, sacred partnership.