I have been feeling a bit flat ever since taking down my exhibition. I lost some confidence. The news is hardly uplifting, and weariness afflicts me with an inability to focus, so I have busied myself with weeding and watering, bike maintenance - and preparing for my next writing group. And darning - which seems to be a default setting when I'm anxious. An old jumper my mum gave me. Some things are hard to let go. But this evening, full of good intentions, I sat in the garden and looked at foliage for 20 minutes. The grass needs cutting and daisies appear in their own constellations. At the back, by the fence, grows much self-seeded comfrey and a largely untended viburnum. I studied the shapes and let my pencil wander. A robin settled on the fence in the shape of a leaf. |