A Tatlin Tower for Cadwaladr

Like most, I struggle to feel purposeful these lockdown days.
I make and enjoy the making, but trimming an ageing leek a while ago, then watching it wither, would appear to be the most creative act of my new year.
Later, I mean just a moment ago, the proud leek still stands, delicate, desiccated but statuesque, like a monument to a beautiful something.