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Association
man and spade and fork and soil
get close for dinner
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by Scooj
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Association
man and spade and fork and soil
get close for dinner
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by Scooj
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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.
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The onions are in
for a few joyful moments
life is suspended
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by Scooj
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Bandana and beard
and looking like a biker
out digging again.
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by Scooj
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A song to myself
to every aching muscle
to each weary bone
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by Scooj
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.
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Two years of neglect
starting all over again
clearing and digging
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by Scooj