|A cleaned and turned garden waiting for plants.|
Fresh air, sun, old rooster taking a dirt bath ~ what more could one ask for? It is the kind of work I like really. Like painting or spinning or knitting or weaving, my hands and body are in concert, doing real work. Paperwork, phone calls and faxes drive completely around the bend. Business e-mails too, for that matter. I've little patience for them. Moving rocks from one part of the yard to the other gives me immediate gratification. Tactile, physical ~ I am moving the rocks. Sounds a little insane, but then there are crazier things on this earth. Maybe it's a control issue too. I don't have to worry about the internet working or the phone call going through or re-faxing the same document three times because some yobo forgot to turn on their fax. All I need is my able body ~ one of which I am grateful to still have.
And so the garden is waiting for warmer days of tomatoes and basil, peppers and squash. In the meantime, Brownie gets to enjoy his old age in relative safety and comfort. We also tested out the walkway with our bare feet and it was a delicious experience despite the chill.
|Brownie checking out the fresh-laid walk.|
|Speaking of spinning, here is the Starry Night spun|
whilst watching The Hobbit. I am envisioning the next
knitted art piece ~ clay faces, sticks, feathers . . .
|The Studio Travelocity Gnome approves.|