Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Feet and millimetres and clay and spirits.

I've called her Moley Cyrus. She's 8mm long, and she's coming off tomorrow. 
I won't be digging for a bit, so I made the most of the glorious weather today, and went down to the allotment to plough the fields and scatter (aka pull up a lot of bolted lettuce and weeds, and plant out some spring cabbages that likely won't survive our current plague of whitefly). 
The sun was going down, and it was just me and J from over the way left on the site. "Don't overdo it," he said, as he loaded up his bicycle. 
One of the many, many reasons I love my allotment is because I get to hang out with people like J, men who are either retired or very partially employed, who practically live on their plot (they have sheds, and quite likely *have* spent the night there on occasion), whose wives probably despair of them in a well-at-least-I-know-where-he-is-and-I've-not-had-to-buy-an-onion-since-1983 sort of way, and who are generous with both their advice and their surplus apples. 
I'm fine, I said. Beautiful day, isnt' it? 
It is, he said. I just spent the last half hour drinking whisky in the sun and doing nothing. 
I'd guessed whisky was one of the many things J keeps in his capacious bike basket. He has that look, and occasionally that smell, about him. But he has asparagus beds, and has just single-handedly built his own polytunnel. I aspire. 
He checked I had a key on me, in a delightful slightly pissed courteous way, and took his leave. I stayed there a while longer, pulling out the bad stuff and leaving in the good. 

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Blogger tomato said...

ooooh I'm glad to hear that Moley is going away to teen star school (the incinerator at the clinic?).

Diamanda seems, as always, an appropriate choice.

Happy Minor Surgery


9:34 pm  
Blogger Jo said...

Ah, thank you tomato! Moley has lived fast and will die young. Unlike Diamanda, who is with us alway, bless her.

Still haven't trekked north. Still will. xx jo

10:08 pm  
Blogger Spine said...

Best of luck with the molectomy.

7:45 am  
Anonymous cookie said...

Don't think you said which foot, --though suspect, if you won't be able to dig, that it might be your left (Are left handers left footed?) which quite spoils the suggestion I was going to make, regarding using the enforced stay at home time to start that lovely skirt. Hope all goes smoothly xxx

9:52 pm  

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