In anticipation of June...

It was four thirty when I dragged myself out of bed this morning. A sleepless night thinking about my two adult children could have been better spent.We are not quite out of May, one day left.Emma's birthday is fast approaching. Fourth of June.There's proof I don't forget.
Yesterday served me with the pleasure of visiting a new baby in the home of Cedric and Julie. Loëlia is her name.Welcome to the world little un. I hope your not disappointed.

The story so far...

Almost but not quite. We have done a fair bit since this photo was taken. I was heading in this direction over forty years ago. Making up for lost time may yet prove to be a real killer. I am a long way from my destination. This is just a picture of the garden entrance to iz fabled realm. A figment of my mind perhaps. I reckon I wasted years of me good life explaining, few if any really got the point. Here's hoping that others will glean a clue or two from the images. The product will speak for itself when the jobs done. I am getting interesting results so far is the painfully joysome fact. I can't help wanting to share a slice or too. My knees are still hurting from a recent injury, sets me panicking at times that I may not reach completion before I reach the end.
I am sharing the kitchen with a garden shredder at present. It is Sunday, quiet and sunny. The traffic is too far away to be audible.It would be a real shame to spoil it by switching on the machine.
I will do some more shredding tomorrow. I have just gathered some strawberries they will go well with the kefir when Anne-Sophie gets back from work. Home's the place we make the most lasting sense together, it just doesn't feel right when she's away.
Things to do that have been put off for a while, bringing the last of the blue stone to the site, the old barn timber too. A pile of logs need bring from the woodland. Later, me back isn't jumping for joy at the prospect. Without a doubt the jobs need doing like it or not. It will all get done, no one is ignoring the work.
I'd better get on now and do a bit of something practical.Best to keep moving whilst we can.

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A picture and a pile of words...

I don't know what folk call progress. Going forward sometimes means staying put. I'llbe out to play soon, putting more small rocks on the straight retaining wall. In time theobvious evidence of my building work will be obscured and camouflaged by tonnes ofsoil, that in turn planted with shrubs and a few small trees. I will leave it to thearchaeologists to work out how they did it in those days. Chances are the foundationswill remain covered for all time once the project is finished. From the street side thework in hand looks much like a pile of rubble. An elegant charming pile none the less. Looking at photos feels like staring into the mid distance with one eye. A flattened mass of details aids little to communicate the significance of the intended meaning or point.No matter, for those that prefer the two dimensional image, I will keep the pictures coming.Explanations of on going work become unnecessarily complex when reduced to the printed word.
After stumbling around in the mass of words for a while some might get the idea of doing a bit of actual for themselves.
I have done a fair old bit of explaining both myself and what I am into and up for. It hasn't exactly left a trail of clear understanding.Folk posed the questions and seemed to forget the answers the moment they were delivered.Let them remain in the deluded domain of fanciful theory and popular opinion. They can argue amongst themsel
ves over who is nearest to right, they are all wrong. Progress and me aren't going anywhere. we are staying at home.Results will deserve a proper look one day. Perhaps a point or two of all past explanations would be got by then. If that happens it'll likely be too late to be of any benefit.
We have had a little rain, the plant life is looking really lush.The first peas are filling up their pods,broad beans flowering, onions are healthy. A heck of a pile and a bit more of stuff that I don't feel prone to list, all growing and thriving.
My interest in blogging the details of our doings here is fast diminishing.I doubt that the illuminated idiocy of the internet will bring those I care most about any nearer the sustainable working reality that I promote.We live debt free. Something you can't see from the pictures.Our home facilities improve as the work continues.A varied healthy diet and stimulating exercise is always available in the garden. We have enough interest in the living environment , we respond to it's needs and it responds to ours. We give thanks it provides well.