Right now, I have that lovely, exercised feeling, pretty much every muscle knows that it has been used. It has been mild and beautiful here today, so I have been up in the “orchard” pruning. I may even have caught a little sun. We have peach, plum, blackcurrant, walnut, apple, pear, and gooseberry. There are also strawberries. Nobody has been up there pruning for a decade, maybe. From this year’s “harvest” we have ~8kg of walnuts and there are 8 gallons of home-made fruit wine in various stages of preparation. The pesky birds beat us to the blackcurrants this year and they stripped the bushes in a day.
There is a remarkable range of colours and textures in the lichen and mosses. Because we are at Traou an Dour, place of water, there are a lot of mushrooms of various types here. We even had some magic mushrooms growing in the garden. It is very satisfying to clear space and stack up the logs for drying. It looks like we have 2-3 years supply now, ready to cut, dry and split. Must find someone to sharpen my trusty four and a half pounder axe.
All night last night I was plagued by dreams of my old university, my old office and even some old colleagues. There was one dream in which they were being subject to an audit and I could see the accounts and Deloitte was one entry. It is bizarre city Arizona. I have not been near the place in a decade and I have not actually spoken with anyone there for more than twelve years. WTF is going on? The contrast between that place and this is marked.
In some bizarre universe they may be monitoring this blog. Why else, how else am I picking up these intrusive dreams? How come I am suddenly of interest to them? Monitoring me from a position of power and strength is, in my eyes, bullying. I know they were a bunch of control junkies, but if this alternate universe hypothesis is true, it is beyond the pale. Weird…
It is like day and night. Day is peace tranquillity and nature; night was dreams pertaining to an old life of stress, ambition, technology and egos.