It shone

All day.

I worry sometimes at night ( don’t we all) that this coming season it will prove too much, that I’ll be overwhelmed, lost in the dirt, buried in briar and bramble.

And then the morning comes. And there seems such an expanse of slowly exhaustable time stretching out from breakfast until dusk.

And then that too is gone. Banked with good works. But gone also. And the planting still to come.

That seaweed story is here https://www.fergusmurraysculpture.com/other-writing/collecting-seaweed/