A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
beneath the layer of old leaves; under the tea bags and potato peelings in the warmth of decomposition
dozens and dozens of worms eat, wriggle, multiply turning kitchen waste into compost