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

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

Change

I am of the generation where we ‘backed’ our books at the start of each new school year.  Dog-eared and a bit tattered from use the year before (in fact, use over multiple years), a growing pile would be distributed by the teacher in September, leaning like the Tower of Pisa, in preparation for ten … Continue reading Change