I think at the moment my feelings must be very much in line with those of the natural world. I have the urge to start the growing process, to plough a furrow and plant seed, but this is tempered and toyed with by the totally wayward nature of the weather.
It's a new moon, today is sunny, but yesterday it was snowing and so cold that I needed two quilts on my bed. I have an unheated greenhouse, as there is no power in the allotments, so it is really too early to plant seeds. I know I have to go with the flow, and return to preparatory tasks like cleaning spaces, sharpening tools and strengthening boundaries, but it is a very confusing, adolescent kind of feeling.
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