I've visited my bed-sized plot twice since the poet and artist's event last autumn. As soon as the weather permitted, I returned to check for signs of life, I was eager to see how high the hungarian ryegrass had grown. All my online searches of this green manure had shown a grass that grows to at least a foot or more high. I was looking forward to laying down in the grass and marking out a space with my body.
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