I'm very excited about this pile of wood chips. (There's a sentence you don't hear often!)
They were left in a pile the other side of the village after the electricity company cut back some trees and shredded the remains. Nobody seemed to want them so I've been barrowing them across the village to my garden. They are rotting down nicely and will be the mulch for a new veg bed.
I've been wanting to grow veg for ages but keep telling myself I don't have the time. Hmm.
No time because? Because I'm too busy working.
Working in order to? Pay bills and buy food...
Food you say? Ah, I see what you're getting at here...
What a ridiculous state of affairs. To be too busy working to have time for something as simple and fundamental (and to me joyful) as growing the food I need to eat. Vegetables currently make up about 70% of my diet. There's a clue there. The world is going mad and every now and then I find ways in which I've joined in. I don't want the madness. So simplicity it is, and a new veg bed beckons... Earth is calling.
(By the way I'm not implying that we should all be growing our own food, that's just what makes sense for me, it's more that as a species we tend to make things more complicated than they need to be!)