Worms

Teeming it was, when I opened the lid.  A sight to behold.  But I’m jumping ahead too quickly, I must tell you what came before. Months ago, E. dug the plot over.  He laid a fleece down and weighted each corner with a large heavy stone; said it would suppress the tenacious - now invasive … Continue reading Worms

April Showers

Sometimes April doesn’t keep its promise. It reneges.  Burrows back down a hole, pretending it never was.  It had been that way this week, when many of us had to check the calendar, only to utter, ‘Really?  April 4th?  Are we sure about that?’  Character building weather, one might call it, unless one is feeling delicate, … Continue reading April Showers

Cheviots

We walked through hail on the Cheviots, those rolling hills that straddle the border between England and Scotland.  I was on the southern side, in Northumberland, when big, fat balls of hail began to prick my cheeks like tiny needles.  Starting out, it was sunny and cold with no sign of hail as we trudged … Continue reading Cheviots

Journey

Setting off backwards, with a view to the west from my seat on the train, the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes.  A storm is forecast, it should be here by now.  The weather is running late.  Rabbits are frozen like ornaments in a scrap of scrubby field alongside a stream. The stream … Continue reading Journey

Balls

Nine balls I found; lurking under hedges, behind the shed, deep under the straggly hydrangea, wedged by the oil tank, away up in the corner where the first of the rhubarb is waking.  They hadn’t been breeding, I know this because they are all of a different species: a medicine ball – the oversized one … Continue reading Balls