one of the very greatest pleasures in trying to do something a little different here is when someone else gets it…when someone sees beyond the sticks in the mud and sees trees as theyll become – umbrellaed with fruit, sees the plane of red when only the first red clover leaves are just poking through
for the second time in a month someone who sees that way has visited to write about it, suspending the weather, the long grass, the time, the need for a cuppa, and imagines it as it will be…i get to listen
it may be all about the now, the species, the habitats, the detail or the long view…each persons futureview is different but it takes me out of my stale view and refreshes the place in my mind, and in a quiet inspirational way puts a footprint down in the form of new ideas that may otherwise not have taken place
it makes me carry on with it when im low on cash, energy, inspiration or belief that itll work
a huge huge thank you