ah my beautiful ickle teensy tomatina seedlings! doing well so far!… reared on nowt but love… and a page from Ulysses each and every morning, read in my broadest, softest faux brogue,
just so that they know, although we humans are insistent on meaning, that there lurks a beauty in the baffling
this life business is a doddle! just create beneficial circumstances, pour in sunshine and water… and all will flourish (then wither and die, yeah, yeah)
as true for you and me, as for the seedlings… here the right circumstances are household compost from the garden … think old toenail clippings… regurgitated bean burrito from 2012!
oh and then popped a few of last years toms, ooze gunk of seeds smeared over the top of the soil… hey presto!
… and for me?…hmmm … ah since a neanderthal munched down on the primordial proto cabbage leaf (‘where theres muck thers brassicas’… he was clearly a yorkshire hominid)
man has been straining at (and ate) vegetable metaphors… so enuff of that
mostly i like watching things grow whilst coding… beards… and stuff
right enough ruminating, off to buy cream puffs and cherry tart from the supermarket
wish me luck, tis peculiar out there, laid low with dismal snot cold i haven’t left the house since wednesday! x
‘april is the coolest mumpfz’