Growing stuff

I plant the seeds
And wait
The plants that grow
Their fruit I will harvest
While others I shall leave to age
And rot

I wait patiently
Biding my time
Planning the meals
With the fruit I shall create
I dream of the possibilities
Abundant

Yet I must not be
Complacent
Forgetting the events I must
Set in motion
Like setting the temperature
On the oven
And preparing the accompaniments

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks. View all posts by stegzy

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