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Just from time to time, I put down the hand fork, brush the mud off my jeans, look up and …
Just from time to time, I put down the hand fork, brush the mud off my jeans, look up and …
Well. Hasn’t it got busy around here lately. There I was, listening morosely to the tumbleweed (well, gales and splattering …
Thank goodness 2016 is over. I’m not sure things look a whole lot better for 2017, but like all …
Bother. My tomatoes have gone and split on me. This, of course, is my own silly fault. Tomatoes split for …
Here’s a thing. I like September. August is either sweaty or disappointingly rainy (the former, this year); and there’s not …
Summertime… and the watering is endless…. Every day I am to be found in the greenhouses behind a hose – …
…greenhouse tomatoes. I have cleared this year’s crop: always a marker that you can no longer kid yourself: the season …
The slow dying of the greenhouses is the swansong of my year. They’re the last to go: long after the …