Thursday January 22nd 2015
The Compost Piles call.
It's the warm spell that does it. And yesterday I dug
four small holes, which was nice. The ground was heavy,
and I was grumpy because January is more about
hibernation than it is about digging holes, and the
physical work pretty much exhausted me because I've not
done much more than open a curtain since September 9th
or 11th perhaps of 2014.
The foot and the
knees do occasionally declare independence, they plot and
mumble and they write pamphlets and for all I know there's a
small business down there that's wholly engaged in designing
banners for the purpose of peaceful demonstration which as
most tyrants know provide an opportunity for parts to feel
useful without actually changing anything.