My absolute favourite quote of the moment, paraphrased slightly from poet Gary Snyder is ‘find your place in the world and dig in.’ I can’t get it out of my head and want to quilt it, make a sampler proclaiming it, something… it has been very apt this weekend as we bit the bullet and hired a tiny little digger to prepare the ‘garden’ (wasteland) for its beech hedge.
As with much of this physical, hard work, we couldn’t have done it without the help of some good friends, whom we will be delighted to repay in kind once they start their own home improvements. Exchanging favours and helping each other out are satisfying as well as necessary.
The face of concentration:
It was only too cruel that in the neighbouring fields, our farmer neighbour was ploughing. Magnificently valiant though the mini digger was, she was no match for a New Holland and a five furrow plough.
You can see our strip on the left of the fence. Bless.
It was not the best week: viruses, grumpy, sleepless children, essay writing (Oli’s, I have no desire at present for academia!), washing machines behaving badly and a general feeling of relentlessness and slog and of not getting much done. Even a normally welcome and exciting quilt commission just made me feel a bit stressed. But perhaps it was the chance today to knit a few rows, quilt a few inches, or just the sight of all that turned over earth in the Spring evening sunshine: change, however slow, is happening.