One bonobo's view of the world...and stuff.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Peace comes dropping slow

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

WB Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I've not got room for nine bean rows in my micro-plot, but I've finally got around to planting up what I have. Here it is, all marked out with green twine for planting with chard, pak choi, beetroot, radicchio...

Here's the contents of my compost dalek. It's less icky than usual because I covered most of the rotting fruit with the weeds I pulled out of the plot. I'm a sworn enemy of Creeping Buttercup (Ranunculus repens).

This bitch is my motherfuckin' hoe:

Here's Poop dilligently 'hiding' french beans:


wyrdsister said...

I'm so jealous... it looks like you're going to have a fantastic garden. I miss fresh, homegrown veggies.

Poop's getting handsomer and handsomer, too, btw!

I've never seen anyone locally growing lettuce or bok choi or anything like that. Do lettuces require a certain climate? My parents used to grow cabbages.

PS- it's me, PC from over by 'dere on h2g2. Decided to take one for the team and sign up so I can post to your fine blog. :)

Snailrind said...

What's happened to the picture of the muthafuckin' hoe?

(Hi, PC.)