['Printing isn't quite as mechanical as people think. The people who take a little more time with machines print something better... There is love and craft in it, which means that a person with a better heart can do it better.'
David Hockney.]
Pick Up The List
By the clang of the plumber’s spanner and the
lightness of his humming, it is not too crazy to believe the burst pipe joint
can be mended. Dare I hope that the whining pitch of the singing toilet also be
soothed? I think about this, then dismiss my feelings; it will happen or not
happen, hope and worry have no part in play here. I make mugs of tea and
prepare to mop. Meanwhile Dog runs out, chases her ball the long length of the
garden. The air is the kind of damp which can gather in raindrops or disperse
into heat. The nextdoor chickens are slow clucking. The nextdoor chickens are
great fence breechers: consequently chicken wrangling is a new hobby of ours.
Tasks and chores for the day line up. Roll up my sleeves, pick up the list,
move on.
Today:
A Vision Of Sustenance
It seems our plumber has indeed curbed the ambition of
the singing toilet. There is a whisper, a murmur, even silence. Behind the bath
panel, an abandoned bath rack is found and restored to soap minding duties. Mr
has crafted and cobbled a selection of shelves. I am herding objects to
pragmatic places. Then I change my mind. Then I rethink. Then I trial a fresh arrangement.
Then I can be certain that the first idea was the best idea.
At the old house, possessions are shooed into heaps of
keep and not-keep. Higgedly fruit garden is pouring out currants and
berries. Last years apples are out of the deep freeze, into the press, as we
squeeze the most use from the end of our Rosehill era.
We plan a civilised layout, for moving the fruit
bushes from the wild tilts of Rosehill to the gentle slope of Number Three,
with room between rows for lawnmower access. Mr proposes an irrigation system
and a compost regime. Having lived so long without ease or order, how agreeable
this groundwork seems. Just a matter of some time and toil: next years fruits
will be lined up on the bushes; boiling in my jam pan; blipping in shelved
jars.
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| Homemade smoothies are the best :-) |
Comments
Officially impressed.
(Absolutely lovely image of the little one.)
I think I will miss Rosehill too, as brief as my vicarious "stay" there was ;-)
Will you find a poetic name for number three? Or will it remain number three? :-)