My first visit to the allotment for a while.
Summer’s overspilled. Frothed up and over the edge.
So much green, it could never be eaten.
A complex chaotic tangle … collapsing.
A descent into autumn, descending into winter.
Unstoppable, beautiful.
Elegiac, unintelligible.
We stand and look in amazement at its beauty.
Unable to touch, just to look, at the allotment falling.
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Howard Sooley
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So good to see you back. Lovely pics as always.
Are there going to be any more entries here? This blog kept me going through some of my darkest days and I really miss reading about what is happening on the allotment. I do hope you have not given it up.
Lovely to hear. … I like doing it… was just squeezed for time.. will try to do something within the next week or so .. Howard
Hear, hear.❤️