Title: ‘The Miasma of Organic Fertiliser’ … or …


 Widdershinsmask Among the Buttercups… ‘Cow Poo In The Spring’

Once upon a time Widder Island used to be farmland, then some bright spark divided it up into 5 acre farmlets. Years later some of the descendents of the bright sparks decided to sub-divide their farmlets, stick driveways down the middle and sell off the individual lots. (Not complaining, the sub-dividings allow Mrs Widder, Widdercat, and I, to enjoy these beautiful spring days within a cuppa-tea-and-a-short-amble distance of the lake)

On one side of our lake steep hills kick back into the coastal mountain range, and the other side has rampant farmland (that hasn’t been sub-divided) currently being seeded with this season’s crops. These days it’s possible to tell exactly which farm is using which ‘soil enrichment product’ (I just made that term up) just by breathing too deep.

I’m all for organic fertiliser, it’s a better deal on every level, however … sheesh! Does it stink, or what!!!!!!

I walked out our front door this morning to collect the mail, turned around, walked back inside, and waited for the northerly breeze that usually arrives around mid-afternoon.


“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet” – Juliet – (II,ii, 1-2)… from ‘Romeo and Ethel The Pirate’s Daughter’ #, by Bill Shakespeare.

 # – Guess what movie?

The Eyes Have It

Well … its really only my right eye. Iritis is its name,  and it’s a real bugger for a writer (or anyone) to get.

My eye looked like I’d been on a bender for a solid month until I started putting all sorts of drops in it.

It’s an interesting exercise walking through life with one eye completely dilated.

This is why I haven’t been around much lately, but I’m hoping that by next week, all will be well, and I’ll have two irises the same size.


“Let every eye negotiate for itself” – (Claudio) – William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing (II, i, 178)