Gooseberry picking
plump translucent green bodies
ready to make jam
We’ve got a small gooseberry bush in the garden. D picked our crop, I was pretty impressed. Will she make jam? I have no idea. She might just eat them. I’m not fussed about gooseberries myself, they are kind of hairy and make my skin crawl. I think they are my kryptonite.
A pic of our crop.
Green shoots dusty ground
Tattered black banners flutter
Scarecrows’ grave markers
I went for a run today, completed 5 miles, instead of my usual 3.5 so I was pleased with myself. To fill out the distance I took in Centenary Wood as well as the Moors. There is a public footpath through a field to get to the Wood. As the farmer had recently ploughed it, there was no discernable footpath so to speak, but I could see the path marker diagonally opposite the field boundary, so I had to pick through the big bumpy clumps of earth, rolling my ankles and knees in the process to get back on the path. Was quite energy sapping but I avoided injury.
Anyway, the field itself was dry and dusty, but there was something growing in it, little green grass like crops were poking through. It was obvious it was a crop as the farmer had installed these wooden waist high frames with pieces of black sackcloth flapping in them, to scare the birds.
I just imagined these were graves markers for scarecrows who’d been forcibly retired, trussed up with rope, unstuffed of their straw, burnt and their scraps buried. At night they’ll crawl out of the earth and kill us all. Just thought you should know.
