
Caspar in the wholefoodshop

WORKS III
I Want It Back
Ancient Greek Assembly – Image from pinterest.com
the clean public square
the new-mown town green
that civil surround
where opinion declaimed
and rebuttal proceeded
without inquisition
where rational discourse
drew vigor from fiercely
free air unpolluted by
uninformed prejudice
pure of ad hominem
fresh with the scents
of integrity blossomed
receptive to cogently
voiced counterargument
forum and agora
laid for a gathered ecclesia
given to healthy exchange
of perception and insight
along with the silks and
the spices that made for
an amply enriched way of life
Roadhogs?

Bring out the sun

Summer update: Notes from a small garden.
In January I wrote …”Thinking back over the 27 years since we moved into this house I always think of mid-January and February as months when the ground is so hard with frost that it was best to plant Garlic and Onions in advance. Garlic needs a period of cold as does Rhubarb. Now I’m worrying that the ground is so wet that the Garlic crop which is beginning to show will rot and the weather has been so mild that Rhubarb has begun to sprout which is not a good sign at all. Our hardy Leek crop has started bolting too. All of which raises questions about whether the changing weather patterns will lead to these crops being unviable. So much for global warming and the benefits of a Mediterranean climate! No doubt growers will adapt but what other changes will the unpredictability of our weather bring? I planted 13 black currant plants from cuttings I’d taken from our mature bushes and have been concerned that fruit buds have developed in the absence of cold weather. The problem this brings about is that when the flowers show too early there’ll be no bees and other insects to pollinate them. Disaster. The apple trees in our small orchard are not showing fruit buds and there’s still time for some cold weather to slow things down. We juice most of our apple crop which provides us with apple juice for the year. I know that apple growers across the country are getting a bit twitchy because of the prolonged mild weather and the risk of an entire crop failure. Its changes like this and the repercussion for anyone growing vegetables and fruit that has been absent from any discussion about climate change. ”
Well find ourselves this summer with an orchard of sixteen apple trees and of these only two developed blossom and fruit buds. Unfortunately the two that showed blossom were second year maidens so that I took the blossom off to allow the tree to use its energies for growth. But for the first time in twenty years we have no apples of our own and no fruit juice will be bottled for the coming year. Has the fruiting cycle of our entire orchard turned biennial? Or is the continuous wet and mild climate bringing factors to bear that is changing the fruiting cycle? I shall be waiting anxiously to see what the coming autumn and winter brings and whether we shall see out orchard in full blossom! Our neighbours report exactly the same from their gardens and I’ve met people from other areas including London who also report barren apple trees. Could it simply be a common problem of mismanagement a bumper harvest last year and no thinning of apples so that the tree is exhausted and unable to support fruit buds? Or is it a combination of all these things?
Meanwhile I brought in the garlic crop yesterday. A relatively sunny break after days of rain. The bulbs are smaller than last year and I’ll clean and hang them in our stables which is shady and airy. I noticed quite a few had started regrowth. So again concerns are raised about whether our years supply of garlic bulbs will store well. On top of this an absence of bees of any kind. In my mind change in our climate is occurring. How we adapt our growing to this change is going to be key.
Repatriation
He stood in the darkness of the C-130’s hold
Time seemed to have stopped a minute so slow
Waiting in the silence for the men outside to go
They’d come dressed to honour their friends
Standing to attention to give that last salute
To the fallen in the coffins draped with union flags
He watched the flag lowered slowly to the ground
He stood to attention and listened to the padre’s words
He’d watched men stood stiff and heard the bugle blow
Holding themselves together for that final show
Carrying each coffin into the planes hot steel hold
The ramp was raised and that silent blackness again.
RAC
Lest we forget!
Remembering “Le Peste”
Do you hear?
The warning bells
Ringing out loudly.
Can you not see?
The beacons flaring
Or the alarm called out
Can you not hear?
Is this a contagion?
That leaves people blind
Unable to hear lies
Or prevents the smell
Of putrefying corruption
That once upon a time
Would make us vomit.
A disease that stops
people hearing
The bland hypocrisy
The use of words
That have a completely
Different meaning
Marking a different
Hidden intention.
Was this plague
Carried by the fleas
Of the rats swarm
Or was it carried
On the west wind
By the Jet stream
That cold high mistral
Blowing wild across
The Atlantic sea
And moved through
the continent
A malignant spore
That eats at our hearts
So that we feel nothing
So that we no longer
Feel anything at all
So that the dictators
Breed and grow fat
Like maggots squirming
In the warm fetid stench
of the carcasses sodden
slow smouldering decay.
And when the alarm
Rings out “the plague”
Has set on our land
Is loose in our world
We mistake the bells
For the weddings toll.
Is it the nature
Of this disease
To turn one thing
Into another kind
So that we are pleased
But do not see
The blight of our
Mistaken judgement.
And we all march
To the drum beat
Of that old song
“Work makes you free”
And so the hours stretch
To pay the bills
So that one job
Becomes two or three!
When will the children
Be required to work?
The clock chimes
Backward in its block
And no one lifts
A straightened finger
of the left hand
to put the pendulum’s
measure in its place,
and open people’s eyes ,
to see the gored butchers,
slice the life’s breath
from our short lives.
I hear you say
The contagion
Is just gadgets
And electronic wizardry
That urges us
To look the other way.
And tells us only
When we have more
Will we be really happy.
Is this a contagion?
That leaves people blind
Unable to hear lies
Or prevents the smell
Of putrefying corruption
That once upon a time
Would make us vomit
And arm ourselves
Against such a threat
In fierce determination.


