It's been a topsy - turvy sort of a week. Joyful highs, and crashing lows, the sort of week that leaves you feeling exhausted by the end of it. Sometimes, when days are bumbling along, one after another in repetitive monotony, I moan that we live too insulated an existence. Too many degrees of separation between us and 'life', the hard graft of living according to the seasons, being aware of nature's cycles and having to work with them in order to survive. We do try to maintain that connection as best we can, but I'm well aware that we are only really playing at it. The joy of baking our own bread, of eating our own fruit and vegetables, of making do and mending clothes is great, but at the back of my mind, I know that if it all went wrong, we could just go out and buy the bread, the fruit, the clothes. Not in great quantities, and not the best quality - we really do live like this for economy's sake , but we could get by. The small, puritan bit in the back of my mind is glad that the weather is so hot it is causing difficulties. Secretly I enjoy having to lug containers of water across the fields twice a day, to fill the ponies water troughs. There is only time to live in the moment, no time for stress and worries about the future. At least, until the car breaks down AGAIN.
There are days when all the bills come at once, and however much you rob Peter to pay Paul, you just can't make it work. And yet, however despairing I feel, sitting in the garden at dusk and listening to chattering bird chorus, overwhelmed by the heady scent of roses and orange blossom, I am reminded to always enjoy the moment. I am generally of a 'Pollyanna - ish' temperament, and gloom doesn't last long. The postman doesn't always bear bad news - twice this week he has brought me rare treats, exciting, longed for packages. The first was the wooden magpie in the first picture - a beautiful treasure from Moonlight and Hares. It is so much more beautiful in real life!
And the second treat was this Raven's head, from Pyewacketts. I had been admiring him for such a long time, and am thrilled to finally get my hands on him! Again, the pictures really don't do him justice.
I dismantled the exhibition tonight. 'The Naming of the Hare' will be carefully packed away, and I will set about listing the pieces online, ready for sale.
And finally ( it should have been firstly, really) a huge, heartfelt 'Thankyou' to everyone who commented on my last post, offering tips and advice, or simply sympathising with me :) My computer is running painfully slowly at the moment, and it makes it almost impossible to browse online, and get around everyone's blogs to thank them individually, but I am most grateful.