Late evening, late summer, late supper

Suspect there won’t be many more afterwork trips to the plot. The days are drawing in fast, but I wanted to see what had happened to the dropped tree and also to see if the tomatoes had turned.

So the tree’s gone but everything’s looking a bit blasted: by the heavy winds, the crashing tree, the weakening sun. But It is still kind of holding on, at least for now.

Although I’d intended to stop sowing this year (except just perhaps a strip or two of something down the side?), could not stop myself laying in a row of radish (they should grow pretty quick), beet (for leaf if there is not enough time for root), plus, rocket and red salad bowl.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears is showing its purple pod as it ripens, the tomatoes are slowing starting to redden (will pick them next week either way, though the forecast is promising until after the weekend).

I watered for the first time in months while the pond fronds swawed and the plot energy shifted to night. By the time I left at 8pm it was dark. It felt somehow private, secret, playful? as though I might just get a glimpse of invisible action when other elementals came out to play.

Anyone else impulse sowing?

Late evening, late summer, late supper

Suspect there won’t be many more afterwork trips to the plot. The days are drawing in fast, but I wanted to see what had happened to the dropped tree and also to see if the tomatoes had turned.

So the tree’s gone but everything’s looking a bit blasted: by the heavy winds, the crashing tree, the weakening sun. But It is still kind of holding on, at least for now.

Although I’d intended to stop sowing this year (except just perhaps a strip or two of something down the side?), could not stop myself laying in a row of radish (they should grow pretty quick), beet (for leaf if there is not enough time for root), plus, rocket and red salad bowl.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears is showing its purple pod as it ripens, the tomatoes are slowing starting to redden (will pick them next week either way, though the forecast is promising until after the weekend).

I watered for the first time in months while the pond fronds swawed and the plot energy shifted to night. By the time I left at 8pm it was dark. It felt somehow private, secret, playful? as though I might just get a glimpse of invisible action when other elementals came out to play.

Anyone else impulse sowing?

Late evening, late summer, late supper

Suspect there won’t be many more afterwork trips to the plot. The days are drawing in fast, but I wanted to see what had happened to the dropped tree and also to see if the tomatoes had turned.

So the tree’s gone but everything’s looking a bit blasted: by the heavy winds, the crashing tree, the weakening sun. But It is still kind of holding on, at least for now.

Although I’d intended to stop sowing this year (except just perhaps a strip or two of something down the side?), could not stop myself laying in a row of radish (they should grow pretty quick), beet (for leaf if there is not enough time for root), plus, rocket and red salad bowl.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears is showing its purple pod as it ripens, the tomatoes are slowing starting to redden (will pick them next week either way, though the forecast is promising until after the weekend).

I watered for the first time in months while the pond fronds swawed and the plot energy shifted to night. By the time I left at 8pm it was dark. It felt somehow private, secret, playful? as though I might just get a glimpse of invisible action when other elementals came out to play.

Anyone else impulse sowing?

Late evening, late summer, late supper

Suspect there won’t be many more afterwork trips to the plot. The days are drawing in fast, but I wanted to see what had happened to the dropped tree and also to see if the tomatoes had turned.

So the tree’s gone but everything’s looking a bit blasted: by the heavy winds, the crashing tree, the weakening sun. But It is still kind of holding on, at least for now.

Although I’d intended to stop sowing this year (except just perhaps a strip or two of something down the side?), could not stop myself laying in a row of radish (they should grow pretty quick), beet (for leaf if there is not enough time for root), plus, rocket and red salad bowl.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears is showing its purple pod as it ripens, the tomatoes are slowing starting to redden (will pick them next week either way, though the forecast is promising until after the weekend).

I watered for the first time in months while the pond fronds swawed and the plot energy shifted to night. By the time I left at 8pm it was dark. It felt somehow private, secret, playful? as though I might just get a glimpse of invisible action when other elementals came out to play.

Anyone else impulse sowing?

Late evening, late summer, late supper

Suspect there won’t be many more afterwork trips to the plot. The days are drawing in fast, but I wanted to see what had happened to the dropped tree and also to see if the tomatoes had turned.

So the tree’s gone but everything’s looking a bit blasted: by the heavy winds, the crashing tree, the weakening sun. But It is still kind of holding on, at least for now.

Although I’d intended to stop sowing this year (except just perhaps a strip or two of something down the side?), could not stop myself laying in a row of radish (they should grow pretty quick), beet (for leaf if there is not enough time for root), plus, rocket and red salad bowl.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears is showing its purple pod as it ripens, the tomatoes are slowing starting to redden (will pick them next week either way, though the forecast is promising until after the weekend).

I watered for the first time in months while the pond fronds swawed and the plot energy shifted to night. By the time I left at 8pm it was dark. It felt somehow private, secret, playful? as though I might just get a glimpse of invisible action when other elementals came out to play.

Anyone else impulse sowing?