Sep 13th, 2005
Is it just me or has everything slowed down to a humid drone? I go to mtp every couple of days, do a bit of weeding, a splash of watering, cut a few things for the basket-of-plenty and head off home to spend the day in the kitchen, pickling, chopping, washing, eating… It’s like the summer will never end. Even my artichoke plant has poked it wee-tiny head up (even if I did have to chop it off). Ominously though, Clive my next door (plot) neighbour rocked up the other day, leaned on his spade and said the following: “Ah…it’s all coming to an end now…!” My stomach turned “Nooooo!” I felt like yelling, “that simply can’t happen. Clearly, my tomato plants will carry on producing tiny gems for ever, the lettuce bed will always be full to brimming with more crispy leaves than a normal human being can consume and mtp’s beds will never be empty again.”
Deluded, I know.
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