Allotment of Melancholy

At the far end of the abandoned allotment, amidst a nest of thistles and thorny briers, melons grew, in the shade of a holly tree, and cauliflower, collared by an old cement wall, its once smooth patina worn rough, sand and gravel flaking and falling off, hairy creepers and mosses bolting on. Cheated out ofContinue reading “Allotment of Melancholy”