The Gargoyle

For whatever reason, it’s been one of those weeks. Having a quiet cry in the car weeks. Nothing earth-shattering, just exhausting and stressful, with the added layer of oppressiveness.

In theory I have a week off next week. In theory. In reality it is planned to be a week of hard physical work. We are finally planting the upper slope of our new section.

There is a salutary element to gardening – something that removes the weight of anger from my soul, simply by bringing life to another… But before the plants get into the ground, we need to build paths and retaining walls. We need to mix and spread soil. If I even get up to planting, I’ll be surprised. So the anger sits like a gargoyle and waits.

And sometime before that, I really need to sleep.


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