As I'm typing this blog my fingers stink of marigolds. Very pretty orange/yellow flowers, but their smell isn't very fragrant. I've been collecting some seeds for next summer but scattered most on the ground, hoping they'll germinate in the spring.

SEEN IN BLACK AND WHITE

The days hung heavy in their shadows
Elongated with the weight of hours
Spent idling round a Northern town.

Spare parts from the economy
Were scattered on derelict street corners
Discussing last night's television.

And in a bedroom, at number thirty,
Another dream lies dying
In fading black and white.

1...I'm a passive person and let things just happen to me. I always need telling or showing what to do.
This could explain a lot about my personal circumstances.

2...I find compromise a difficult concept; with me it's all or nothing, right or wrong, good or evil, total enthusiasm or not bothering at all.

3...Loneliness and social isolation have probably made me appear to be arrogant.

GREENSPEAK

In a cruel world
Cut flowers are
Approved of
By vegetarians.

Assumption
That plants
Have no emotions
Is nothing new.