Fast food

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Association

man and spade and fork and soil

get close for dinner

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by Scooj

Clay

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Claggy when too wet

sets to concrete in the dry

blooming Bristol clay.

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by Scooj

Digging my allotment is a trial. The soil is clay based and no matter how much organic matter I chuck in, the clay seems to rise to the surface. When it is wet it is impossible to dig, everything sticks to everything. When it is dry, it becomes so hard that pushing a spade into it causes a jarring sensation and breaking the lumps is serious hard labour. Perhaps I should move.

Return to the allotment

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The onions are in

for a few joyful moments

life is suspended

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by Scooj

Forgot my hat

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Bandana and beard

and looking like a biker

out digging again.

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by Scooj

Digging

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A song to myself

to every aching muscle

to each weary bone

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by Scooj

Digging

 

Each moment savoured

each crumbling of every clod

preparing the ground

 

by Scooj

 

Yesterday’s haiku from which the first line is taken:

 

Escaping their homes

to see a world through new eyes

each moment savoured.

 

Perhaps you’d like to join in.

Allotment

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Two years of neglect

starting all over again

clearing and digging

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by Scooj