When I left NZ in 1963, first time overseas, I was struck by the pathos of
England’s little gardening strips where folk without their own garden could
get their fingers in the soil. (Patrick?)
I expected a family garden was everyone’s birthright.
You say, Bill, ‘no longer available’, thinking of Australian towns
moving more towards the density of population of the old world.
Allotments - couldn’t think of the word before.
There’s a ‘community garden’ a few blocks from me along Capitol Hill.
The P-Patch.
Nine bean rows does somebody have there, and ten cabbages another.
The civic signs are priceless -
among the prohibitions are:
unleashed and or unlicensed dogs
sexual misconduct
possession, sale, or use of illegal drugs
possession of firearms or other weapons
no bathing, shampooing, or washing clothes
no spitting urinating or defecating (except in designated restroom fixtures)…
I’m sure Patrick is familiar with all these.
Max
cricket is not mentioned
On Jan 1, 2015, at 10:11 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Bad form. It's funny isn't it, Max. You both so seem to agree with the ludicrousness of all the festivity and yet some vestige of hankering for surprise and/or ritual play lingers.
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> Hadn't thought about that chimney lack being such a 'fretful' thing. But I suppose it could be, like another diminished thing: backyards, no longer available to go out and play in, new houses being banged up hard against fences, no room for a clothesline much less a makeshift cricket pitch.
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> Ho ho,
> Bill
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>> On 31 Dec 2014, at 4:39 pm, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Christmas Trees
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>> Days to go before Twelfth Night
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