lakewood exists (basil, coriander)

horsemouth is up. it's about half seven. he just went for a quick wander outside while the coffee was brewing (in the golden hour before the sun ascends into the clouds and we get what we get). he has just sneezed.  he has gulped down the coffee to get it while it is still hot and fresh. in a minute he will head downstairs to get a second cup. 

yesterday, because he writes this in the morning, it is a 100% in the morning blogpost, he is here in the present moment (and you will read it later), he went to bed early. the news was just going to be carnage.  see, almost immediately he is not here in the present moment but somewhere else. 

before he slept he read joan didion's where I was from - the ancestors who get the urge for going. didion is keen to contrast people's images of themselves as self-made and the reality of government subsidy - alfalfa, cotton, the flood defences ('I learned to swim... before the dams'), the railroad. as a child she gives a talk in school assembly on how the californians are self-made people before realising that most of the children are the descendants of okies, recent immigrants, refugees from the dust bowl.  

the spine on horsemouth's copy is broken (he paid eight pounds for it and the spine is broken). it breaks clear through to the text at the start of a chapter 3 ('lakewood exists...'), the chapter 3 of part 2.  

there is clearly more to read on LTC rolt's landscape... book, more to read of agricultural machinery and steam power. 

yesterday also the planting out of six of the broad bean plants (he will do more when they come up) and the potting up of more seeds (basil, coriander). 

there he's just added one of howard's golden glows from yesterday. there is one for today also but horsemouth posted that last year. he's wearing a jumper and his clean (non-muddy) pair of trousers. 

today, perhaps, a journey to the t-junction to deliver the eggs, and the bin (rubbish this time) must be walked down the drive.  his  mum got a lift up the garage yesterday so there's a copy of the saturday torygraph to read also. almost certainly a walk on the common. 

ok there's more coffee downstairs. he's going to go and get it.