Never quite there. I had this in my mind all weekend. Mostly because of how things have been going for me. But then after talking to my son who works so hard and is so tired and is still trying to figure out the best path forward. It was comforting in some way to know that such frustration might span generations and that it's not just that I am getting old. Life is simple really. It is just complicated.
We did not get to the raised bed this weekend. It will sit between this compost bin (there are several more to move. I work with a staged process) and the existing bed which kind of hangs off the hill. On the slope beyond we will terrace a bit but grow local plants. I think more and more about that and less and less about organized food growing. Wild greens and fruit trees I think, herbs, flowers for bees , berries for birds, dye plants. Tomatoes, peppers and Japanese eggplant on the deck. Fencing might wait till next year.
That dying cedar, we meant to remove that but there are so many birds in it right now, waiting till fall when we will clear some small stuff for better views through the forest and make some paths.
I almost want to focus on the unfinished. Let them be as they are. I have always loved the unfinished. I live in them. Story is never finished really. What if finished is simply time to rest, to go, move on? And the beauty in that.
This was the photo banner for Spirit Cloth 101. In the summer of 2012. Photo from much earlier than that. ( hysterical that I then was already in review mode and talking about getting old. ) I have begun my final review, my own challenge to organize a lifetime of cloth making. First I will take a new picture of my older hands.