Alt Friday OT -- Mending Fences
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. -- Thomas Wolfe
Welcome to the Friday OT. Filling-in for the 'funky friday' edition until NCTim rejoins us.
Traveling back down memory lane to some of the challenges of working on the farm. Struggling with strangulating branches and vines along the fence rows, overgrown with thorny bushes, burdocks and stick-tights. Hacking back and mounding up tangles. All just to gain access to the failing fences. The repairs were the fun part, after all that. Symbolic of a theme played over and again in ensuing years. Although the tangled materials have morphed into social and psyche issues, the play is similar.
Short bursts --
spine aligning resolve
disregard the negatives
shut out the noise
The door is open, stage is set. Have at it!
Photo 'Old Fence Row 2' by Brian Parton