Posted on | May 7, 2009 | 3 Comments
The character Beenfeeld, that I’m writing for Resonance FM’s Whale In The Room play, is like me in many ways. One of these, in an odd fortuity, is that he is now growing his own vegetables. We both have a fine, nascent crop of foodstuffs on the go.
I started this veg lark only in the last couple of years but it’s pretty cool. Secreted deep beneath the dark soil in my garden and, since this year, in my tiny greenhouse are spring onions, rocket, radishes, peas, and a few varieties each of carrots, beans, lettuce, tomatoes and chillies. On the Herby front, my sage, oregano, rosemary, thyme, coriander, parsley, mint and basil is coming along nicely. And, lastly, I’m only slightly fruity, possessing just strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. I’m keeping my green fingers crossed for a bumper crop. Much depends on whether the sun actually shines this summer as it has failed to do for the last two.
Why am I telling you this? No idea. I know you’re not bothered. Truth is though, I quite like my little bit of the Good Life. Granted, my wife’s arse is bigger than Felicity Kendal’s but there’s still the vegetables.
Also, I’m reducing the quality of my posts in order to attain more quantity. It’s a strategy that’s certain to work.
Oh, and if you’re reading love, I was just kidding about the arse thing.