Monday March 25th 2019Tim
A perfect March
morning. Very little wind, not cold, alive with
birdsong, compost turned, on track with the chores, no
debilitating seasonal injuries and a fine dribbling sky.
What more could a gardener possibly ask for.
Unfortunately its an illegible list, handwritten in
blunt pencil on a scrap of what might have been
newsprint lodged in a coat pocket that got damp. And
it's a strange thing for person to leave his coat on a
fence in a perverse attempt to persuade the ethers to
cause rain, but at least there was no dancing around,
chanting or any other kind of the sacrificing our
species has been prone to in moments of rain stress.
Trying not to complain, it was a
little over a tenth of an inch of rain, the coat is
shall we say elderly, it's been called "little better
than a old ragged tea towel that needs to be burned" so
it's entirely possible the ethers reacted accordingly,
and very typical of them to totally ignored the
intensity of the relationship a gardener shares with his
gardening coat. It has a brass type zipper that
occasionally works as good as new, not like plastic
zippers that have a lifetime warranty of around six
days. Next respectable chance of rain in the forecast is
this coming Saturday, and in the end it's the old
reliables for a genuine Potato Rain, such as leaving
open the window of a pickup truck that work best.