Distracted and Drifting …
I do try to concentrate on one job at a time – I really do. The trouble is – I get easily distracted – the garden is like a magnet to me. I stand in the kitchen with the back door open and watch the sparrows bobbing about on the terrace collecting sticks, feathers and moss for their nest building – squabbling and twittering, taking sips of water from the pond – and I forget I am supposed to be washing the dishes.
Or I find myself cloud watching and drift out in to the garden for a better view and before I know it I am planting out my tomatoes in the greenhouse – and suddenly remember that I was in the middle of sorting out the laundry and about to start the ironing.
It is a perennial problem of mine – getting distracted and drifting when I should be concentrating on the job in hand. Chores do get done – just not the ones I was supposed to be doing.
But I take solace in the fact that I am getting to know my little space a bit better every day - mentally noting everything that is going on around me - perhaps watching the newly hatched tadpoles skittering around the edges of the wildlife pond – being drawn outside at every opportunity – the housework will still be there when I have finished wandering.
And look – we have finished our Bug Hotel at last – collecting bits and bobs to fill it – cones, shells, drainage pipes filled with bamboo canes, sticks and hay – now let’s hope the insects appreciate a lovely new home and move in soon.
Purpose is the great divider that separates those who are simply living, from those who are truly alive. ~ Alex Rogers
The longer you drift – the more you will learn.
I guess when it comes down to it I am just a flaneur – one who strolls round aimlessly but enjoyably, observing life and their surroundings.
‘Til next time.
p.s. If you want to see what is going on in the veg garden pop over to A Woman of the Soil for the latest post.