The sun below the marsh above. So I supopose it is going to rain. Warm dry soil nearly glows. Earth shaped smells grow.
They all lived happily ever after. That's what this is. The living happily ever after. It has started to be ever after.
Last week I was carrying pots around after ete had been potting, and it left me feeling quite unwell. This week I have been moving railway sleepers with Pete and I think he probably does not feel too good now. There is a strange sort of balance about it all. A balance of health and location.