Wednesday January 25th 2017Tim
25th. The Festive Season seems like about ten
years ago. The New Year already old, gnarled and bitter.
It must have opened its eyes and said "Not Again!" Then
gone on a little about "who will release me" before
taking to the Schnapps, Lobster Tails and the You Tube
But fear not, my own views are never well defined, and
entirely possible the New Year is actually busy in the
potting shed, its eyes agleam with the possibilities around
Apache Beggarticks in the perennial border, and the burdens
of calculating the number Summer Dance Cucumber to plant.