The cardoons thrust into the fading evening sky, the shower screen-cum-cold frame juts above the fertile soil and the plastic Tesco Value bottles to stop me poking my eye out on the sticks, and all is well in allotment land.
Those cardoons look like they're dancing (or fighting) with each other.
July 24, 2004 at 02:51 PM
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