Two halves

It was one of those days. It started with rain and miserable cold. I made some cookies, watched the Cheeseman's livestream from Australia and generally felt trapped indoors.

Then the rain stopped. 

And by the time Bean and I were pottering around S&N's property at lunchtime the sun was out and the world was warming up. 

I liked the lines and angles of this view across their lower paddock. If you look carefully you will see the hare-hound chasing scent trails. No visible hares today though.

The afternoon was glorious and I divided my time between doing some strawberry plant-related tasks in the tunnelhouse, and reading on the deck.

What a turnaround. 

In another small turnaround I am making some headway developing a relationship with the new neighbours over the road. 

Today their 10 year old popped round - as arranged - to pick up my seven spare strawberry plants, which he is going to pot up and care for. He loves strawberries... And at last it gives me a bit of common ground with them.

My brain was whirring as I gardened this afternoon, on the oft-pondered topics of misinformation, the trustworthiness (or not) of the news, conspiracy theories...and how to work out what to believe. I don't have time to fact check everything. I have a gut trust in some people and organisations, but can my gut be trusted? 

Almost inevitably my brain ended up circling, and then went into a spiral. So I took myself off to the deck and buried my head in Mesopotamia again. Sometimes being consumed by the past is a lot easier than the present.