Traffic lights deconstructed. A postcard-sized doodle that went wrong and which I have turned into a montage.
For the last few months I have been collecting the cardboard cylinders round which kitchen rolls are wound. The object is to use them as collars to blanch leeks. Setting out leek plants is easy anyway. You make a hole with a dibble and drop the young plant into it. Water poured from the can into the hole pulls the root down, and nature takes care of the rest. This time I sink the cylinder into the hole and drop the plant into the centre of it. I water in the roots as usual. The cylinder issues a hollow gurgling sound which is a pleasure to hear as it fills with water, a sort of thank you. With this system the leeks should should be longer as well as more of stems being blanched.
For my grandson's birthday I set aside Frederich Nietzsche's Zarathustra's Discourses in the Penguin 60's Classics series. It fits neatly in a n enevelope with a card. The card is a copy of Traffic Lights Deconstructed above. It may amuse if not enlighten him. "Behold I am weary of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it."