Fork clumped soil into air & so be obliged to remove damn stones under loam / My early lessons from my Dad lent me bent to crafts .../
Our eucalyptus tree is now my distant Australia - Our olive tree is now my recent Israel and in-between - in our English garden of other imports - our thirsty plants look more suited to wetter climates - they limp without the pull and whip of overnight water - English summers play redefined dates of … Continue reading Latitude
Old lust - our ragged plot of strangling weeds - of poisonous shrubs turn to interleave .../
The Himalayan Balsam's scent clogs - a laundry swill of smells - lingering - invasive - out-of-place - underlining the call to action .../
This subdued back garden resists the thrust of growth now the month has an 'r', its slow dew will not shift until that letter is removed by the turn of the earth: my grandfather is no longer there with his shined boot pressed upon the shoulder of his spade, in all weathers, turning the earth.
The level is still wrong because the land slopes, and I used my tired eyes, not the bubble's advice...