Saturday 7:40 p.m.
I dug up a frog today. What a surprise! Do frogs live under the ground? Do they hibernate? Anyway, it was about the size of my thumb and yellowy green. So I'm lifting the ground with my fork and letting the soil fall through so I can remove any couch grass and such like nuisance basturn interlopers when there's this frog sitting there. It was alive, but disinclined to hop off so I picked it up and draped a half mangled sod over it after putting it to the side. I'll look and see if it's still there tomorrow.
One whole side of my allotment is now dug and planted. Five beds of onions now lie below the shallow graves where the half tatties are holed up. That's about 600 onions. There's little more than a half of the other side left to dig. If any nice middle class people who think that manual labour is somehow romantic would like to dig the rest for me, then I won't charge them very much. The Subsistence Farmer Experience! Hours and hours of digging fun! Dig the stress out! Just leave your wallet with the man in the hut!
11:41 p.m.
Sober and straight on Saturday night. That's the way to do it! The meditations today just got better and better. The one between nine and ten tonight was something else. Roll on tomorrow!
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What happened to my comment on the previous post? That's what I would like to know.
Also, and possibly for the first time in living memory, Rashid, down near the market, received a shipment of Czech beer this week. I believe it was intended for Beira, and rather like the arms shipment sent recently to Mugabe, got diverted.
Well, I am thankful that Rashid immediately got on the blower to me, and I snapped up a couple of crates of it.
Hotters - do you have an opinion of "Saropramen"? 5.0% and it goes down a treat, if well chilled.
It's given me somewhat of the raps.
Apart from that, not too much to report from Kalimbuka, I'm afraid.
Milton eventually got arrested, as was only to be expected. I understand that it's a minor offence. He'll be released by Monday, I'm sure.
Even though it's been in the 70s all week, there's been a slight chill in the air, late evening. The garden is doing wonderfully - what a rainy season we've had.
So glad to hear that you have planted your garden.
As might be expected, Kha'bahje is interested in whether the fertiliser you are using is natural, from the latrine, or purchased from Kandodo.
Must toddle off. Doubt whether I'll last until the Calzaghe fight.
MM III
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I'll have to lay down for a while. I'm not used to Czech beer. Doviko! Make sure the place is locked up will you? Have Casper and Farley been fed?
MM III
Mingin'! Now that I am completely teetotal the idea of beer tends not to cross my mind, but as I recall that's a very nice beer indeed! Chilled, yes! That would help! Hotboy
I'm trying my hand at growing a few vegs this year. Though all will be in containers. There is something wrong with the earth in my garden.
I expect is has to do with being soaked in sea water occassionally.
Besides I can't eat them and my hubby can eat only so many.
Half whisky barrels work quite nicely and don't get blown away by the wind.
I say!
Just retracing my steps...looking for faux pas.
MM III
Marie Rex: I'm rubbish at gardening and my yield is low, but I reckon you 're right about the sea water. Salt, you'd think, might not promote growth. My partner buys a lot of flowers which really brighten the place up, and you can gaze on flowers . But I suppose all the flowering tops might get blown off in the force nines!Have you got a flowery place there? Hotboy
Mingin'! Maybe you should stick to the G and Ts! Hotboy
It's great when you're straight! I love the feeling when I wake without a hangover.
Your froggie may have dug itself in to avoid drying out, for they need to keep hydrated even after they've grown legs and escaped the water. Maybe it came from Inverleith pond and got lost?
On walking home through the Grange last week, I came across a poor deid flattened froggie in the gutter on Grange Loan. A brown feller, maybe 2 inches (5 cm) long. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine where from s/he came, a mile from any known still pond. It must've been from a water feature in a hidden garden of the evil bourgeoisie in those parts.
Ion: A friend of mine dug a pond in his garden in Marchmont and there were frogs in it in no time. I guess being frogs they just have a thing about water. Unless they're falling out of the sky! Hotboy
I'm going to try some dwarf snap dragons for flowers. I planted glads last year and got flowers, growing in very odd directions. I'm looking for a more protected spot, but there isn't a place in my garden that escapes the wind.
I love the wind, but it is hard on tall flowers. I've got a lot of volunteer daffs doing ok.
Marie Rex: I like the wind as well. This used to be a much windier city. It was known for it. Good for blowing away the car fumes, but you probably don't have that problem. I know nothing about flowers! My partner grows some in the allotment, but don't ask me what they are. If you can't eat it, I'm not growing it ... though I do like flowers, especially around this flat. Hotboy
If only you had watched ep. 2 of Life In Cold Blood, you wouldn't be trying to bury it alive. Dearie me. Tims think everything's a potato.
MM - Czech beer is the only foreign brew that German folk respect, which says it all. Now if only they made a Weissbier.
Albert? Is that you? Motivation is everything. I looked out for the froggy the next time, and it was gone. I could have eaten it myself or fed it to the crows, but no! So it awaits somewhere. Somewhere it awaits! That's got to help! Hotboy
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