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A gift from the garden

The tomatoes, have mostly moved beyond ripe. They hang, insect stung and half rotten, half dried on the vines. A few runty green fruit droop at the centre of the plants. Some of the leaves have completely dried and hover in amongst their wilted brethren like dusty, netting underskirts.

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Pruning the tomato plants

I’m kneeling on weeding kneeler in a particularly uncomfortable position by the tomato plants. The weeding kneeler is a pinkish-red rectangle of condensed foam, partially chewed from when I left it out and the puppies got hold of it. To reach the bed I’ve lift the skirts of the bird netting. The lacy mesh bunches around my shoulders making my neck itch and me think of gynaecologists.

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