All Fools’ Day

ten packs of seeds. two troughs. one growbag. comfrey and chervil, borage and peppermint. an attempt to re-engage with the seasons, with water and daylight, these essential simplicities.

(no lilacs, should you wonder if I’m partaking in some kind of poetic horticulture. though chervil’s there because it’s in Piers Plowman, so I don’t get off scot-free.)