Monday, March 28, 2016

End of March

It's correct to say that of the pair one of us is wholly incompetent around potting soils, germination of seeds and the necessary heartfelt cooing which fills the soul of a plant, adds to its completeness, permits it to understand that all is love and plenty.

For him a Vegetable Garden looks at its best when the beds have achieved the Moment of Expectation. It's an Existential Sate where there's nothing actually growing, but possibilities are endless.

2 comments:

Gin said...

Yes, "nothing actually growing" is hugely wonderful when there is a possibility of a hard freeze. (That forecast from the local weather alarmist.)

tim candler said...

Have to love the man's passion. His new word seems to be 'spike.' Bound to be something between now and May. Hope it's not wind.