The nag list has been written, and may be ignored: the plant part is getting evermore complicated. Only I know where Bert the struggling trumpet vine seedling is and all the other little plants I have attempted to protect against ravaging wind and sun. There's only so much information I can give out before Mark starts to glaze over as thoughts of other more pressing jobs to be done enter his head. I may write of UK things, but maybe not as I can't upload photos, which seem to be integral to these ramblings. I'll see. A B.T
Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Absence
The nag list has been written, and may be ignored: the plant part is getting evermore complicated. Only I know where Bert the struggling trumpet vine seedling is and all the other little plants I have attempted to protect against ravaging wind and sun. There's only so much information I can give out before Mark starts to glaze over as thoughts of other more pressing jobs to be done enter his head. I may write of UK things, but maybe not as I can't upload photos, which seem to be integral to these ramblings. I'll see. A B.T
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