John Grant: Pale Green Ghosts

Back then I often found myself
Driving on the road at night,
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean.
Warm late spring wind whips through my hair.
I am right here, but I wanna be there,
And no one in this world is gonna stop me.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care;
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.

At 25 and 36 to Boulder
I was getting warm, but now I'm getting colder,
And I stomp my feet--demanding like a child.
I hope you get everything you wanted boy.
I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy,
But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care;
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.

John Grant video Pale Green Ghosts

Quinces, medlars and Russians

Headline news: The Russian Olive Tree has had babies.  After three or four years this plant has now produced fruit.   And they are gorgeous, speckled orangey rough little things. The olives are sweet tasting with a massive long seed running down the middle.  When we first planted this it measured just one and a half feet, now it’s over five foot tall and lush with green foliage which produces some much needed shade on the plot. It’s also nitrogen giving. A winner.  

 Coming through this spring is the new baby medlar, it’s very beautiful if not handsome.  We only just got this in this year and already it’s showing good progress. I can’t wait to see the medlar dog fruits when they aren’t so pretty later in the season.  The quince is showing signs of improvement but hates this windy weather.  Everything is a learning curve and if I’d have know more I wouldn’t have planted this baby right in the middle of the plot where the wind can whip through. We had to perform some minor surgery on a small drooping branch to help with the balance of the structure as it was showing signs of stress. They are so lanky and lollopy and rather proud.