quote me no quotes

As I was walking past The British Library yesterday, I was stopped and taken aback by the quote you see in the  picture, attributed to Madame Curie, and although it's a rather balming, balmy quote, I don't know if it rang true for the Curester when she was laid flat out feverish, brainfucked and full of radiation, the slow horrible death, asphyxiating inside your own rotten mush of a body.... hmmmm?

absorb this quote! It'll stand you in good stead (probably). 

Do It Properly...

Being very fond of the Guerrilla movement in all its forms (bar warfare), happening upon the Guerrilla Gardeners  filled me with that fuzzy warm joy; it is a brilliant, kind and wholesomely good idea, to brighten up the concrete nightmare of the urban sprawl with pretty flowers, added to which Richard Reynolds is a dish, but that is by the by. It is one thing to appreciate a good deed done by others and to promote it positively in any way is a wonderful thing, by waffling on in exclusive bars whilst supping some horrible martini made from fly-sick and orange pen-ink.... but it isn't getting your hands dirty is it?

So I have done (got my hands dirty that is), and will continue to for this rather nifty organization. Today, as you'll all probably aware is INTERNATIONAL SUNFLOWER PLANTING DAY, and as a dutiful little bunnikin, I took to the streets of Wimbledon.

Blame my anxiety, but something as innocent and simple as planning to plant some seeds in a public area, filled me with a vague sense of worry. Although I was all ready to confront any nay-sayers. Given my general dementedness, I didn't plan this activity in any way, nor did I make a day of it with friends. I just nervously shuffled up to Super-drugs to get my bits. Sunflower seed-pack and pencil in pocket.

My first attempt was a concrete border opposite the bank where lots of bushy, hard-wearing plants have been...er..planted in that nasty weird mulch of wood-chippings and cork, (and doubtless lots of cigarette-butts and used needles), I jabbed my pencil in as my cheeks blushed and tried to squeeze two of the little seedlets in but I doubt given the non-existent soil that anything will grow there.

On the way home, I got some water with the shopping, and proceeded to water a patch of soil outside a condemned area that's overgrown with weeds.... my worry was, have I planted it deep enough.

Literally nowhere else on m y walk was there any soil, I traipsed up a back-road too... but in the end, the road opposite the flat where I currently reside, is where I planted the bulk of it, no longer caring what people thought as they walked by. Got a real dirty look from some senile old man, and in the back of my head, I get that sense that although its' a lovely thing to do, so many people are grubby, angry people who despise the seed-planters... why? :( - Well that's partly rhetorical.

But yes, most enjoyable, I am glad I have planted them, and hope they grow, and the fact that there are nearby where I walk and such, it will be a nice little touch of brightness :D

Now I have the Guerrilla Gardening bug, Viva la Revolution!