it is the day of the plant and produce sale

it is the day of the plant and produce sale. in a bit horsemouth expects to be shifting proportions of small plants (they've moved the second hand tools down there already). as horsemouth draws back the curtains it is another beautiful day in the countryside.

he was just sent out to let the chickens out and refill the bird feeder. 

yesterday horsemouth and his mum spent about an hour hacking at the ivy and making an effort to tidy up the village hall playground (they seemed to pick the hour when the sun was hottest). 

from tomorrow bloody week - the french army (most of them freshly released from bismark's prison camps) enter paris through the st. cloud gate. from then on it is only a matter of time before the commune falls. similarly on monday blok is in florence. he is noting down the epigraph to his italian poems. 

last night horsemouth watched watch me while I kill (or most of it the murder in the chemists he had watched another time and the connection popped before he got to the end. he has no recollection of who the murderer is. (no it did get to the end, now horsemouth remembers). he remembers the music as being particularly good - a bit king crimson-ish. 

he had a dream where joe and katie (his brother's kids) were transformed into an old couple.

one of his posts seems to have been put behind a blogger community standards warning (horsemouth wonders why).