Yesterday, by the first water tank, I discovered 2 tired-looking fruit bushes, their stems strong but bent and dusty, like bloomed chocolate. They had been growing almost horizontally amongst the tall grass but now, free to move, their branches sway and bob in the gentle breeze. They look to me like dark fingers of coral being nibbled by tiny green fish. Their spring growth is vivid; emerging blackcurrant leaves acid bright against the freshly turned soil.
I listen to music as I work, clearing the first bed for planting. Thick cords of couch grass crowd dark orange earwigs in my weed bucket. I think of last night and the trumpeter we saw in Soho. He so reminded us of a distant friend that the performance resonated deeply and I felt a surge of love and melancholy for him on stage, lumbered with an unpleasant stand-in piano player whose name he somehow remembered to forget.
hedge shears £2.98
bucket 97p
3 x propagator top £2.34
total £6.29
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