Today I admit to feeling defeated. Amongst a week of broken plans, dead laptops, rain and tiredness- I throw in my towel.
Yesterday we ran at the overgrown weeds with my garden lawnmower
Limited by electricity, we could only get so far.
But it looks good! Its a start. Not niave about how fast it can grow back Im eager to get further afield. At the very least I would like to harvest some of the apples, or the upcoming blackcurrants.
Then the rain fell, and all plans had to be abandoned. So inside we sat, lazing around. I watched a few shows, read a lot of blogs on smallholding. I felt so inspired I wanted to run screaming into the acre and build a hut. But instead all I could do was dream.
There comes a point when you need to stop dreaming, and come down to earth. Im at this point. I feel too many things weighing on me at the moment. Life can be filled with too many complexities, I’m dying to escape them. Im bored of the mundanity too.
I cant even escape with a book. Nor can I even have a cup of tea at the Jokers place. And he’s not been in high spirits either. This kinda puts a halt in my dreamworld. We just cant seem to agree in the past few days. My suggestions are ridiculous, and his are going nowhere. His brother and friends of ours have scoffed at how ridiculous this all is… which kinda made me more determined. Batman’s at his dads, so only a few days break to get on top of all of the demands life has been asking.
So I must admit I had my moment of insanity. I attempted to clear the acre with a hedge clippers.
As you can see it barely made a difference, and this was an hours work. I admitted it was silly, but I wanted to do something.
So my towel has been thrown in for today. Im fed up, tired of disagreements. And Im going home for a bath. And a cup of tea. With almond milk of questionable date. Payday tomorrow so the cupboards are bare. Here’s hoping a good night’s sleep will help all around.
Oh, and here’s a lovely spiders nest I found down the acre.