Stones Deep down below Goblins toil For their castles to make They move mountains of soil Hard rocks too big Are fashioned to blocks Leaving so many small pieces From their stone axe knocks “But where can they go?” They cry, so discontent Then lips curl in smile - “Send em up the allotment!”
By Richard Morgan
Thank you Richard for sending me this poem! I had to include it today, after I spent the weekend lifting stones out of a bed I have been digging at the allotment. It’s back breaking work, but the pay off is worth it! We also found a little rabbit living on our plot, he has snipped off the tops of all my beautiful chive border! The top photo is of wild poppies that have self seeded, but I have left those alone as they are so beautiful!
Anyone else have any fantastical or cheeky visitors to their gardens or allotments!?
See you on Wednesday for the creative writing class. This week’s theme is going to be on garden herbs.