Metaphorically Speaking.

"Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

He or she, we all must be prepared to take on change... even if you have no idea what that change is.

Not that I want to bore people stupid, but I had two dreams Friday night.  Both involved our little family moving house, one which was in the process of being demolished.  Some investigation into the meaning behind this, revealed that moving house relates to changes in attitude, often by ongoing circumstances.  Now just to work out what those changes entail!!  It would make sense though, as I'm in a personal year 9.  I think there is definitely times in our lives where we realise that our place in the world is changing, and therefore how we think about or consider ourselves changes.  What is hard though is that life often refuses to give you clues as to what is changing, what to expect, and how we should prepare ourselves.

One of the things that IS changing for me, is my attitude towards the garden.  I've stopped seeing it as an odious task, entwined in couch grass runners (have I mentioned how much HATE THAT SHIZZLE!?) and started to take on a more holistic approach.  It's that whole thing where if you fight something, it'll just fight back times a millionty.  Instead if you try your best to work with it, it's more likely to be reciprocal and work with you.  This has culminated with me very calmly clearing a small area to plant a pea teepee for Miss Lil.  Instead of swearing my head off, and busting my arse to remove an infestation of self-seeded borage, I have calmly removed this herbaceous sprawl.  The knowledge in knowing that the borage is actually moving to my newly created compost pile to breakdown and create some damn-fine planting areas for windbreaks, has definitely helped with that.  Circle of life and all that.  Weirdly, it works really well.

And so while I am having this mad-keen Earth Mother ephiphany, I am unfortunately also suffering.

And of course, this is a slight over-exaggeration.

What I mean to say, is that I have a nasty toothache which I probably could have prevented by not being a pussy and actually visiting the dentist more regularly than every...  *counts*... few years.  Or so.  Therefore I make my bicentennial dentistry visit tomorrow, as an emergency appointment and hope like Hades that the words "root" and "canal" are missing from all conversation.  (I've had one, and quite frankly I believe I successfully paid for my dentist's annual ski-ing trip to Aspen for the next 3 years.)

I had planned to do a garden update (of sorts), but I didn't get around to taking some 'before' shots of the yard today.  Thus, this will wait until tomorrow...  In the meantime, here's a piece that has been running around my head for the last 24 hours...