If one has ever been to Opus 40 one might understand what came over me in the garden yesterday. It began with weeding and sorting through construction detritus and . . . rocks. I'd been wanting to create a garden altar for some time. Rather than wait for the Great Excavator to come (he's a distant relative of the Great Pumpkin) I sorted through a pile of bricks and other rocks on site to begin my Opus 22 1/2.
As usual, it's progress will be slow and organic and quite physical. It's a grounding experience playing with rocks.
The fun will be in dressing the altar. I'm sure I've got more stuff lying about.
And mock not the fruits of my burgeoning garden!