Friday, 27 April 2018

Pea Pot Plans





Air temperature rose and fell. People are reading this like runes. What joy, what doom awaits? I am not speculating, only trying to work out when best to catch up on late planting. 


The polytunnel is a steamy breathing earthy space. Seed trays are incubating. 

Peek repeatedly under repurposed plastic and crockery hoping for that poke of green. 

There’s one self seeded tomato - how smug it stands in the scatter of egg shells, though the nasturtiums tumble around a hundred times bigger. 

Lime shoots pee-oww from every crack of bark; we made soda from the first batch, it has a fresh-bitter bite. 

Dandelions are strong and fast - from their flowers I made a mock-honey. No wonder the bees love these florets!

Today in the dampness I felt that the earth was holding warmth, and pressed boot soles into soft clay-mud around the empty horse field - while Dog snuck off to feast on things unknown, hiding in the rising crops, sheepish in recall, wolfish in lip-licking.

Peas, I remind myself. I’m going to try some in a pot. 

I daresay there’ll be jokes. 





4 comments:

  1. I'm not up on flowers, or plants of any kind, for that matter, so even more than "pea pot," the word "nasturtium" got my mind going. It's a real flower, I see, but it sounds like a mean one.

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    1. The name is misleading (and awkward to spell) luckily - they are boisterous like friendly little peppery dragons, not at all mean :-)

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  2. Delightful photos, Lisa: Happy dog contained in bubble, polytunnel --a portal into magic. And have I told you lately, I sure like how you write?

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    1. Thank you - and yes but I don't get tired of hearing it! I am much like Dog in that respect :-)
      Many happy returns of Maytimes to you and yours :-)

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