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Writing Gate<\/strong><\/p>\n If the field gate is saturated and the garden soil too dry to Anything can be buried whatever the conditions if you don\u2019t <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mike Ferguson<\/strong> taught English for 30 years, but having left this job, now writes and reads and listens to music when not examining to earn extra having left that job.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Writing Gate If the field gate is saturated and the garden soil too dry to dig, my world is screwed. Having managed the day before to lay that pen for the second raised bed just before it poured, such a reversal of physical law would destroy the triumph in this job – especially […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8680","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8680","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8680"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8680\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8682,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8680\/revisions\/8682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndig, my world is screwed. Having managed the day before
\nto lay that pen for the second raised bed just before it poured,
\nsuch a reversal of physical law would destroy the triumph in
\nthis job – especially as I had skimmed the turf like sheets of
\nlasagne because of the frost. If I cannot go out and measure
\nfor a new one or dig the earth, I will stay here writing about it.<\/p>\n
\nneed it to grow, and a gate still hanging will always close.
\nPutting all of this to a bigger test, I set the house alight and
\nwatched it glow, flames spreading along the lawn to take out
\nthose oak pens, scorching border camellias and heathers until
\ndead, and then creeping ever closer to what it licks best, a
\nbattle with the doused marinade of a bored gardener\u2019s gest.<\/p>\n