A giant stagger

Posted on April 14, 2009 | 6 Comments

Absolutely whacked this evening after a busy day spent picking up DIY and salad gardening supplies.  And ‘proper’ shopping, of course.

Can’t complain about the weather–it’s been glorious.  Just that my poor old body has had a full work-out after a lousy night.  I seem to be unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time.  I drop off almost instantly, then wake, drift, wake…

No matter.  It’s still a glorious evening, and I shall go sit in the garden in the gloaming and look at the two little rows of organic grow bags waiting for me to get going on them tomorrow.  One tiny step for man but a giant stagger for a portly poet.

Reading on James Joyce once more.

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6 Responses to A giant stagger

  1. Josephine | April 14, 2009 at 18:05 |

    A portly poet should be off roaming in the gloaming :)

  2. Brigitte | April 14, 2009 at 19:21 |

    Ah, Josephine, great! :-) And can’t complain about the poet either! :-)

  3. Kate & Jim | April 14, 2009 at 19:36 |

    Ah – glad you’ve got your bags all ready to set up! Sounds like progress is being made.

    Have a great read with Mr. Joyce.

  4. Bonnie | April 14, 2009 at 20:58 |

    I hear the sleep thing but I should not leave the TV on while sleeping. :-)

  5. wayne | April 14, 2009 at 21:28 |

    what are you going to plant in the bags? If they are what I imagine they are, they shoud be perfect for a small yard or patio.

  6. Mage Bailey | April 15, 2009 at 13:31 |

    But even a portly poet is going to love the fresh lettuces.