Dancing with a hoe: Practical positivity ,locked down into my "normal" life. Home garden the Great Liberator.

Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Practical positivity ,locked down into my "normal" life. Home garden the Great Liberator.

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The Brussel Sprouts took a beating from recent gales. In recovery now, top buds becoming firm the lower more traumatised buds gradually catching up.Fed and mulched , the ground surrounding each plant is hammered down. Couldn't resist testing some of these. Could do with a frost to sweeten them up, coming soon.

Leafy Leeks, cut back to discourage mildew and transpiration. They are swelling fast.

My Runner Bean experiment is promising good result. Old "retired" rootstock producing new shoots beneath straw from previous season. The ridge will be topped with up turned grass sods and straw, the based improved with well rotted compost. We keep the soil warm, moist and active, through the winter for an early start next growing season.

Brightens my day each time I see it, Hollyhock flowering in mid November.

A perfect floret. Romanesco.

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"My melodies are songs without words, none vocal narrative. Folk have rushed by for years and barely glimpsed the tune. A few hang around and listen for a while, but the street has many distractions. My back is no longer against the wall,this is the first chance I've had in eleven years to unravel my tunes, at present encrypted into a whole tangle of technique excercises. You've missed some wondrous epic sessions sad that most often I was the only person,mortal at least, to hear them.
Eight hours a day playing in the icy chill of city streets through several winters alters the character of your technique to some how transcend the harsh discomforts and "make some good of the day".
MUSIC IZ A MIGHTY MAGIC! The first cathartic offerings were created hastily in a frantic effort to master the production.It's all past time , I make music for the moment the occassion, a kind of relativity fix. A divine conspiracy, a benign heresy. The line of least probability may offer opportunity of greater possibility.
Enjoy my primitive efforts. Plain song busking,"strictly kitchen ". The music of the heart bridges the ambiguity of fumbling words,overcomes cultural barriers. Music like God is personal none vocal meaning in the voice of the unspeakable word. The "You know what I mean nostalgia " space ,whether we've done the daring deed or not, where the mind might put on clean socks and start afresh. Familiar phrasing from our collective vocal tradition triggers epic vision, emotional empathy, mathematical poetry, sympathetic reveries create lifelines to the greater mind. In all styles, in all languages the flute and drum resist the restrictive dogmatic control of state or temple."