Life and simulated death
Remember when I planted a bunch of bulbs including some garlic?
They grew, of course!
That’s the garlic. Isn’t it fine? It’s not done yet, as you can see, but when it is.. there will be a lot. And I shall use it ALL!
Irises and crosuses (crocii still sounds better) too, though they’re in or nearing their prime already:
I think this type of iris is so weird looking. Like alien mouths.
I don’t know the names of the individual types of crocus. But I know that they are ridiculously easy to grow; put them in the ground, forget about them, be pleasantly surprised by small flower-cups!
This was an interesting texture - a rose hip that’s shriveled on the plant.
I hope I never stop being amazed at the colours that can be found in wood. This is burburis, which is apparently a very defensive plant. It’s danger-yellow when grazed, I’m told it’s poisonous-bitter, and it’s extremely thorny. Extremely. Ouch.
I spent twelve til four building and tending a bonfire of all the scrubby old dead crud left over at the end of a garden’s winter. It was a job of heaving and smoked eyes, trampling and poking and blowing and propping and coaxing and HEAVING HARDER. Ivy and other scrub tangles as easily as hair if left to its own devices! But I had a big shiny fork to help me, which was nice.
I’ve got no flippin’ clue why or when this went so crap. It was fine and sharp when I finished editing it.. fantastic.
It was a little bit like I had slain a forest spirit-beast; the branches on top of the bonfire were antlers and the weeds were its flankshag. Not the kind of death that makes you a villain, though. The kind that forges respect between the two involved, and makes you responsible for that area of woodland for example.












March 7th, 2010 at 08:00 pm
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