As I sweated over the swale-digging I thought how slow the progress is when you do things by hand, and that this gives one the time to observe and absorbe the surroundings, rather than just obliterate it. How easy it is to go in with a machine and dig loads of swales in one day, but there would be no knowledge. I am learning the contours and the colours of the earth. And the speed with which new brambles appear. And the size of the miniscule flowers that are popping up. And the smell of the flowers on the eucalyptus trees. And the cloud patterns. And, And, And.
Oh Joy
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