Growlygracepress's Blog

I am still here.
June 25, 2019, 7:13 am
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I am not dead or anything. I am trying very hard to plant out an allotment. You might think how hard can that even be. It’s very hard. You have to grow the plants, pot them on in to bigger and bigger pots and all this time you are keeping them warm and fed, protecting them from the critters that eat them and them you plant them in the ground making sure the right plant in to the right ground. No onions, garlic, leeks and shallots in that side because that where the ‘onion white rot’ is and the brassicas need to be ‘club root ristant’ except the ones which are not because you have been growing them for months and months and they are in five inch pots and have developed a big enough root ball that they just might be able to cope with the club root. Then when they do go in to the ground the whole bed has to be netted to stop birds and rats.

Luckly I was a bit behind with the planting out of onions and managed to miss ‘onion fly’ which several of neighbours fell victim to.

So what’s this to do with bookbinding? Everything and nothing.

It’s about the practice.

So I am going to go to the garden and plant out a section of dahlias, I am going to plant cauliflowers, the postman will be bring me dwarf beans that I will plant so I can dry them and use the beans for soup, I will be clear a leek trench and plant it with leeks.

I just might have this thing finished in the next couple of days.

When I wake up during the night I think about what I am going to make for dinner, what I am going to plant, the next argument with the allotment secretary and I think about what book I am going to bind and what it wil feel like to stand at my bench and make end papers and fold paper and make little books of the dead.

So it’s chicken stew, plant dahlias, just don’t talk to anyone on the allotment committee and go to the bench take a deep breath and fold some paper.