The barley in the field is as high as an elephant's eye and it is so beautifully warm that I'm sitting here with the doors flung open regardless of the ducks who have come in and are chucking water around from the dogs' watering hole. It is amazing how all these animals are so accepting of one another. Now the rats have gone there is no longer the aura of a food chain in the house with all the various species and sub species. The rats, although by far the most intelligent, would be at the bottom, continuously eyed by the cats who would sit patiently by their cage waiting for some convenient escapee. They would watch them lazily as if they were a particularly good programme on the t.v. knowing that if only they could get their paws on one of them it would save them the trouble of having to tackle something altogether bigger and more vicious in the outside world. Rattus rattus can deliver a nasty nip.
|the heavenly lilac fringed poppy|
|At last - after several years the eremurus has flowered|
|some of the roses that are out in the garden at the moment|
|Rambling Rector in the apple tree|
a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
cleaned the toilet
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
now I sit in all this perfection.
It is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can’t eat!
I have been robbed of my filth!