​#Connected #poetry #haiku

All here connected
But each sealed in our bubbles 

In cold loneliness 

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#Poem When I am old

When I am old,

Dont shut me away.

Take me outdoors.

It doesn’t matter if the snow bites my lips,

The rain soaks my hair,

Or the wind chaps my skin, 

Only take me outdoors.

If there is no money for entertainment,

Or time for excursions,

I don’t mind.

Only don’t shut me away,

Take me outdoors.

#GoodFriday a #poem

I have died
A thousand tiny deaths
Only to find myself
Rising up
Back where I started,
A little older
Perhaps a little wiser.

But now my soul
Grows old with weariness,
Life grinding to a halt.

Bury me with You.
Kill off once and for all
Every thing which chains me
Ankle to old earth.

Change me in this fertile soil
Cause my life to germinate
Raise me up with You
To grow and flourish
As I should do:
Shelter for the lost
And food for the pilgrim.

All my life an offering
For your Glory.

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The new house, first proper time in the #garden

We always seem to move in winter. I’m glad that our intention is to stay put this time, I would dearly like to see a garden into its third summer.
Anyway, winter has the advantage of the full growing season ahead and today I began my vegetable patch.
It is more pertinent than ever since R and I became vegans.

Growing our own food is one.of those things which is at the heart of my world view and I am glad to have dug the first border:

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I’m digging two three meter by half a meter borders because that’s the size of the cloches I have. Our youngest dog was “helping” me:

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It has started to rain so I have.come in.for a cup of tea and to write this, which suits the oldest pooch just fine:

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There isn’t much space in our new garden what with decking, fish pond complete with inherited fish and two sheds, but I am determined we will eat as much home grown food as I can muster.

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