An English In Kentucky


















 Thursday January 22nd 2015 Tim Candler9


   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.


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