When you have a new puppy things get rearranged.
It is a bit like having a toddler, so all the herbs at the back door have been moved up a level and popped into big pots or broken pots are stood on end to create shields like little fences…
… a visual deterrent that moves the little pup along to the grass. Borage (which is kind of prickly, but a favourite of the bees, will grow up all around the base of the pots and in a month this will be full and lovely and edible. (And clean, out of reach of the pup and his naughtiness). They don’t tell you that when you get a puppy do they?! The peeing on the parsley thing! The rolling and playing in the thyme!
Now go on. Have a cup of coffee or tea. Relax.
With any luck it will be ridiculously busy tomorrow.
Good morning. It rained in the night. A lovely light rain. I know the farmers need it to dry out so they can get their enormous machines out onto the land but I love the rain, I love that our land is getting a thorough soaking and all those little underwater channels and streams and layers are getting full to over-flowing again. When there is a drought all we humans see is the top layer of damage, under this veneer that we wrestle for control over is an enormous system of water movement and soil and rock and gas development, a good flood is actually quite a natural ancient occurrence and part of this process. Like overflowing a bucket to clean out the grunge. We are just perchers on top of an extraordinary subterranean ecosystem.
I often notice on the side of the highways, these deep heavy unnatural structures that stretch like walls across the land, that after the rain there are huge ponds of stagnant water in the fields on either side of the roads, especially overpasses. Could it be that the upper streams of water, those flowing capillaries of movement have been stopped by these walls of rock and concrete and tar, the weight of cars pushing it further down with time. Maybe potholes are the earths revenge. Maybe the earth is saying I need a hole here, I need the drainage. I wonder if roads actually inhibit and rupture the natural flow of water. I must do some reading and find out more. If this is the case then I should petition the county to leave my little road as a dirt road and line it with trees. I know my basement is certainly in the way of an underground river!!
Of course this is why it is important to keep planting trees. Trees are another critical component in the jigsaw of movement and drainage and the natural underground recycling and cleansing of water. Actually my mind just jumped to a picture of us all leaping out into traffic all over the world and planting trees in the potholes! (funny!)
I will be working on the Forest of the Fellowship this coming week. Now that my back is feeling a little better.
You all have a wonderful, lovely relaxed day. It looks like we are going to have a wet one. Rain makes me love my bed.
Your sleepy friend, celi