I LOVE MY ALLOTMENT
A rope joined me to the mullein.
We used garden canes to knit the string used in the survey of beds.
I slept next to the currant bush and kissed the love-in-a-mist.
Judith sewed me to the sunflower.
And we ate slices of seed cake for lunch.
Stitches. Lots of the names link with the allotment: seeding, snail trail, stem, thorn, lazy daisy, fern. Our roots are in the land and being here day after day brings this to mind. My head rings with the intertwining of ourselves and what we call nature (as if we were apart from the natural world): the names of stitches, the tree of life, wallpaper patterns, trunk and branches of trees in roofs and structures of buildings. I am drawing on the blackboard better. I drew stitches on canvas today.
Trillions of seeds are ripening. Judith is collecting and counting them.
Tonight I will make a seed cake.
Rain yesterday meant a day to stay indoors, sort through material and data, and begin to put it into some sort of order. Also a good opportunity to identify areas where more information is needed.
Weather forecast good for the rest of the week.
Today: A cloudy start with outbreaks of rain. The rain becoming heavy and persistent at times, especially over eastern parts, but it should ease in the west later in the afternoon.
We are gaining a rhythm together. Our discussions bear fruit. The invitations are ready; most have been sent by email because of the postal strike. But people can pick up a souvenir card at the Open Day on Tuesday 16th.
The Seed Table is complete and is stored against the rain predicted for tomorrow. Needlework on the timetable: I practised seeding stitch and stem stitch.