by John Yeo

Autumn winds blowing from the north.
The day dawns, cold with thick gray cloud 
Just becoming visible,
I leave the house at first light.
A solitary bird greets me as I arrive
Flying off with a cry of alarm.
I pick up my spade and begin to dig
Turning the clods of earth over.
I take a break to gather some crops
Leeks, Cabbage, Kale and Carrots.
A productive autumn bounty. 
I continue to dig and turn the soil.
Rooks and Magpies are calling loudly.
The swirling wind scatters leaves around.
As my spade works, earthworms appear
Surfacing from the depths of the ground.
My mind drifts with the swirling leaves.
‘How can you photograph the wind?
You can’t!’ I answer the question.
‘You can only photograph the wind’s breath.
To watch a large Gull, gliding on the wind stream,
Lazily floating across the turbulent sky.
To see the distinctive plumage of a Jay
Frantically seeking cover from leafless trees.
This is the allotment on an autumn morn
Fresh air provided by a restless wind
Close to nature in the awakening dawn.
Exercise aplenty as I wield the spade.
Fresh organic vegetables to harvest.
Nurturing produce from the tiniest seed.
Meeting up with fellow gardeners.
A satisfactory activity to the thinking man.

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What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to this dashboard, refreshed? What do you need in your day-to-day life to maintain balance: Running? Yoga? Gardening? Painting? Cooking?

Today, publish your post in any form you wish, as long as you focus on one or all of these questions.

You have an additional task for the day. Reach out to someone for an interview or collaboration. This person can be a Blogging 101 participant,



by John Yeo

  My third most important passion in life is Gardening. The second of course is Writing, both of these come far behind the first and most important passion, that will always be my wife Margaret.

   My day begins very early in the morning usually about 4am with my first session on the computer. I respond to messages and start writing for a couple of hours every day. I have to repeat, this is just the first session and I always finish my writing in the evenings.

Then around 7am I usually head off to grow vegetables on my allotment. I find this is much the best time of day to work it is always very quiet and I can get my work done almost totally undisturbed. During this time I can think and focus on what I will be writing next.
There is always a profusion of bird life keeping me company, from the cockerel that is always loudly crowing to the raucous cries of the rooks and the chattering of magpies.
I always enjoy working on the allotment where I get fresh-air, exercise and the satisfaction of nurturing my plants. Watching them grow from a tiny seed to proudly presenting the fruit and vegetables to Margaret, who then creates some tasty dishes in the kitchen.

  Usually several times a week I can be found gardening in our small garden at home mowing the lawn or tending the flowers in the borders. We also grow tomatoes and blueberries in tubs.

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For the second part of this assignment, I need a volunteer who would be willing to be interviewed or to indulge in some writing collaboration. Please leave a message in the comments section of this post. Thanks. 🙂

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Writing 101: Day 9, Reinvent the Letter Format
Today, write your post as a letter. Approach it in any way you’d like.
Some might say a post in the form of a letter is trite and overdone, but when done well, a public a public open letter can tell a great story or get your message across..


A letter to my stepfather Jack, thanking him for the legacy he left me when he died without knowing anything about it.

 Dear Jack,
I write this public letter to you as a sincere thank-you for the joy you left behind, when you sowed the seeds of an interest in gardening, just before you passed away.
For years I worked in an office and lived in a flat in town, then when you became poorly, I began to help you with your garden and your allotment. The more I helped and took an interest in gardening, the closer we became and albeit we were stepfather and son, we soon became very good gardening friends. I developed a very deep love of gardening that has permeated my very being.
You have been gone for about twenty-five years now and I am still happily gardening. I have my garden at home that is adorned with colourful flowers and shrubs around the lawn, with many special pots of plants, fruit and tomatoes. This garden is devoted to Margaret, my wife, whom you never had the pleasure of meeting;
Another pride and joy is my allotment, I get a great deal of pleasure out of this. I still get up very early in the morning and most days I manage to spend a couple of hours of gardening there.
There are so many benefits to be gained from this, surrounded by the peace and the wildlife and nurturing my produce. The fresh air and exercise is good for me, and I get to meet some very friendly fellow gardeners who sometimes help with advice and spare plants.
Above all, I am privileged to have the satisfaction of sowing the seeds and taking care of the growing plants, sometimes against all odds of attacks by pests and plant disease.
I enjoy the taste of the fresh organic food I bring home for Margaret to turn into delicious healthy meals, she has a passion for creative cooking. I count this as another benefit from your legacy, by sowing the seeds of a love of gardening and growing our own food.
Little did you know the the value of those few short months we spent together! You, happily directing and fostering my interest in a passion that has grown into a way of life for me.
Or perhaps you guessed and knew what you were doing.

Thank you so much my gardening friend I remember you every day whenever I am in the garden.

Yours in grateful memorial,

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