Plot at green — a short introduction to this piece.
Plot at green: Quick Notes
Last week we only had a very brief visit to the allotment. We took some material for the compost heap and would have stayed longer, but it started to rain so we headed home.
We have made good progress preparing the plot for its winter rest, so there is no urgency, and we can take a bit of a break when the weather is miserable.
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**Whispers at Green Lane**
The soil sleeps, undisturbed by hands,
Yet roots hum hymns the rain understands.
A sparrow stitches shards of blue
Against a sky where larks dare swoop.
Ants march like poets, ink in veins,
Tracing paths where daisies reign.
The compost sighs—a smoldered hearth,
While clover threads its silver twirl through earth.
No trowel’s blush, no seed yet sown,
But time’s soft chords keep truths unknown:
That growth wears masks of stillness, dust,
And every pause seeds a verdant trust.
🌿 Whispers of earth: A green sanctuary where stillness hums, time cradles the unseen, and every pause blooms into wholeness.