So having now posted the updates and the immense growth, it struck me just how cool stuff growing really is.
Since moving into this place, the whole back garden section has gone from plain earth to immensly overgrown greenness. And the allotment patches and pots of herbs planted have just turned into these massive (so far even!) things seen. I wish I had captured it on a image capture animation like a wildlife program. My thoughts are coupled with a walk back from the local station home when I got back from Spain and with the time spent in Spain mainly outdoors/on beaches/walking by the coast.
As I walked back the clouds were coming over dark against bright blue/sunny parts. Cars drove past me and it struck me how close and in touch with .. (ready for it….?….) nature I was. People live in bubbles – in cars not walking, in offices/cities/flats not countryside, playing football/drinking not climbing and mountaineering. An exception I think is dancing, clubbing and music which I think brings people to a good place (read also meditation etc etc).
Seeing the garden grow, and living life with things like time in the spanish air and climbing (ok bit rare these days, but still have a firm love of it) as well as music/clubbing (ditto) has made me in touch with something. To see this growth and to be a part of it, a help to it, and in control of it really does feel special. I read about the novice allotment guys’ moments of realisation and I’m reading “zen and the art of motorcycle maintainence” and the authors writings on connections and perspectives. I don’t think I’m actually changing, but just becoming more aware of things I already know, have already seen and already appreciated. I hope I can make my children and all who I touch even slightly aware of the same.
The garden and vegatables/herbs growing is so slow, so patient, so easy!, so on it’s own. but then again, it needs me to ensure water is provided, to keep munching rabbits at bay, to hold back choking weeds.
right, that’s enough for now…. hope my rambling can be enjoyed by someone. it’s not neccessarily supposed to make real sense. this is what blogs are for n’est-ce pas?