THE BIRTH OF A GARDEN
Well people who know me may remember I once had ideas of becoming a barista, to supplement my meagre editor’s wages. This didn’t work out so well, because I couldn’t get the crema quite right. Anyway, after my guardian Pauline Conolly accidentally grew a potato in the compost I decided to plant a vegie garden instead, My plan was to sell my produce at the Blackheath Farmers’ Market.
My dear friend Dr Bob built my garden out by the wood stacks.
I thought things would grow very fast, only they didn’t. I kept watch over my potted carrot seeds night and day.
And here I would like to thank the talented Birmingham author Jackie Sayle for writing this little song for me and my garden; Well, specifically for my carrots. If you want to sing it, the tune is the same as the Christmas carol, ‘When a Child is Born.’ Three, two, one……
♪ A ray of hope flickers in my heart,
My carrot seed, it has made a start,
There’s a green shoot on this brand new morn,
This comes to pass when a carrot’s born. ♫
We call our village Bleakheath, because it even snow here sometimes. I was ever so worried about my plants.
By the way, the reason my editor’s wages are so low is because my employer Pauline Conolly has not been writing enough! She spends her time on Facebook and watching football. In my opinion this is pathetic, and rather selfish….. just saying.
Well I love the village market. The people there are always kind and friendly.
You can buy special muffins. They are so big I just share one with my girlfriend Milly.
I wrote this other story about Pauline’s Garden. She has never quite forgiven me. Bwahaha.
YOU CAN LEAVE ME A MESSAGE IN THE BOX , BUT ONLY IF IT’S FULL OF LOVE AND PRAISE PLEASE.