Allotment shots!

Sunday 10:40 p.m.
The first poppy opened up among the tatties. Stray marigolds have recently been appearing along the side of the central path, but the colours don't come out on the camera. I started taking photies of the stuff I was able to eat today. Blackberries, I think. And strawberries. And raspberries from not a great year of raspberries and this maybe because I haven't now got a hose long enough to water them.

Fecund. This is a wonderful place to spend your life, so it is. I think the allotment might be so fecund because of the harsh winter we had, but who knows? I spent a good forty five minutes clearing the weeds, which seem to be called biomass, but maybe not, from between the ridges of potatoes. No one grows weeds in the whole of the allotments like my weeds. I'm agog this evening at how much they are and how fantastic they will be declining back into the ground with some plus.

The buddhist wummin says hullo. She's at the gate. That's where her allotment is. She was not facing away and bending down as I walked passed tonight.I was just trying to walk past. I know she has a wonderful butt. I do not think she wants to be the progenitor of lustful thoughts and I should be cool. So I'm walking past. She's been doing her botany josephine gig on this allotment for at least the two hours I'd spent sitting meditating among the weeds, but she's hustling me into a conversation, as they do. Or if you are lucky. Because it is not good to be on your own and everyone should talk to everyone even although ...

So she says she can only sit for about ten minutes before she has to get up when she's meditating on her own. She says before this year, every time she went to meditate with the nun, I was there....

Being brought up a kafflick really fungs you up. But it is also providing all the saving graces.

Having been monogamous since Moses was a lad, I cannot really say that I would like to hump this person. Just about anybody would do. No wonder everyone used to wear masks!

Just prior to this, in the hut, I was engaging with some serenity, some feelings of calmness and not having to do anything about anything. Li Ching-Yuen said tranquility was a prerequisite of longevity. So was sitting like a tortoise. Ever tried that one, Jack!? Sitting like a tortoise and walking like a spritely pigeon? I do not think so, Hotboy. Do you know what the Taoist joe told Genghis Khan about how he could live longer? Lay off the babes, Jack. Well, you have certainly done that, Hotboy. Just continue to lay off the babes!

I hope everyone who reads this thinks they're living a wonderful life. I certainly feel like that right now!