Are you lookin’ at me?
There are some new horses in the fields around the allotments. They are meant to stay in the fields around the allotments but on New Year’s Day they were trampling all over the allotments. Somehow they managed to jump the fence at a low point and make their way in. My plot is fully fenced off and safe but others are not so lucky… deep hoof prints dot the landscape.
Are you talkin’ to me.
Today I visited the plot and the herd was in the field where it belonged. They are a friendly lot though, and it was not long before they came up to the fence to say hello. I asked them if I coud help them in any way and they said… “that’s ok, we’re just grazing.”
’Twas a frosty morn so it was.
Mr Frost did sit here.
One made a fleeting visit to the plot yestermorn to note the lie of the land. All was well but for a scattering of the finest frosty linen.
The onion shoots did protrude to ape shark fins on a watery prowl.
Atop the RCT.
The RCT abounds with detritus to be salvaged ere long.
Fare thee well.