A Garden Piece [Peace]

I feel angry at the World. I dislike where and how our politicians are dragging us. I am disgusted with myself for not turning off the Television and keeping it off. Like a toothache drawing the tongue to a sore tooth, the daily horror show screams at me to find out what is the latest tragedy taking place in this sick world of ours. The [Oh! So Welcome!] rain is keeping me out of my beloved garden where I may always find peace and contentment. My television scene is so ugly and our gardens are so beautiful. I am tired of speaking to men who will not listen and think that the pursuit of money and profits is what make the world go round. My own private world [my garden and my family] is threatened by the clear felling and the poisoning of land on the property next door to our country garden. The laying of 1080 poison, the burn offs and the spraying of herbicides and pesticides are the horrible but quite legal forestry practices in Tasmania. Let the men cut down the ancient rain forests that my beautiful island home is blessed with. Money! Money! Money! But I consider myself lucky for as yet, the lives of my grandchildren are not in danger from the state of art war machines and the terrorists' bombs. Well, I will now turn off the bad thoughts, with my television set, and write about my garden. And find sanity for a few moments.

Last weekend in the country garden we tackled a big problem that has been worrying me for a long time. Our big ornamental water feature has a beautiful bronze piece of sculpture by a world famous sculptor, Stephen Walker, that enhances its peaceful water. Very slowly " Black Cockatoo" has slipped lower and lower into the water because the little hill of rocks was sinking into the clay bottom. Let me quote a few sentences from a chapter in my home page describing the first placing of the sculpture in our professionally made large pond:

This sounded the time for me to get my thoughts and ideas into a practical frame of mind. Excitedly, I ran to the site. The two men were tying a chain around a huge rock, as the plan was for the machine to pick the rock up and arrange it on the little hill sitting in the middle of the gaping hole that was to become my dream water garden. The "hill" had been made by expensive machinery and a hired chap to drive it that scooped up extra clay and stamped it down, just off centre of the big crater. This was repeated time and again to make quite a tall mound. After the hillock was created, the machine was to settle the rocks firmly onto the clay hill.

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