He always thought getting up out of bed was an achievement!
#Foundart latest addition

Love Foundart – lot of it about.
#DylanDay isn’t far away!

Cutting the orchard meadow before full sun
I always set the mowers blades high and they stay that way through the year. The orchards sward stays green and lush through the height of the summer even on the driest of years. Grass cuttings are used to mulch soft fruit bushes and the standard apple and cherry trees. This year is going to be a challenge as the rainfall has been low through the winter and the spring. Leaving the grass long slows evaporation and holds the dew in the mornings. In contrast my neighbour’s mow short and their ground is yellowing and I’ve no doubt I’ll hear the sprinklers soon. This year reminds me strongly of the spring of 1976!
I’m not tidy. I don’t cut at the edges of the field leaving long grass as hiding places for newly fledge birds. I leave daffodils and primroses stand and only cut when the flower pods are dry and rattling with seed. I collect the seeds before I cut and spread them where I think a splash of colour will look good in spring.
We choose the myths we live by
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
The power of myth Joseph Campbell
Lancaster PA
Working in a steel works to get the money to fly after you
I’d sit in the garden drinking tea in japanese raku bowls
reading your scribbled letters on blue flimsy airmail pages
I’m not sure to this day what made you say OK follow me
a crazy thing to do considering the secret you kept from me
I flew in and you kept up your pretence love closed my eyes
I spent some time in Connecticut and returned unannounced
opening the door listening to sounds in a darkened house
found you with him the secret was out and I closed the door.
Borders
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.
Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
Tove Jansson
America
I think about those days I spent in America from time to time.
“I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America
Just suppose juxtapose

Growing words
Growing words
A house built for heroes
it’s a small house
two bedrooms
a kitchen
outdoor lavatory
a kitchen garden
and an acre
keep a pig
grow potatoes
Black earth
I dug black earth
I dug deep black earth
except now
I lay horse shit
on top of the growing beds
through winter
and let worms do the rest.
I read poetry
in quiet times
AS Neil said play
is children’s work
growing should be
poets play too.