Monday 14 September
I have found writing a post on a Monday a bit tricky of late. The first day of a new working week tends to be taken up with, well, work.
I love what I do, I really do. But I’d be lying if I said I would rather be working than going for a long walk or taking the dog for a run on the beach. But, I guess that’s what allows me to do those wonderful other things. And there is no doubting that things have never been more challenging than they are right now. We are rising to the challenge though, and I truly feel that everyone involved in education are the current ‘frontline’.
Driving home relatively late this evening I took the back roads. It’s rural, agricultural, dusty and brown. The warm weather we are currently having is baking the ground, just as the ploughs are powering back and forth. The recently harvested fields are exhausted, spent. They have given all they can for another year and are being turned over ready to rest for the cooler months ahead.
The flocks of gulls crowd behind the tractors, seemingly risking life and wing for whatever they can scavenge from what’s exposed.
Something chemical may be added, to do it’s unnatural magic whilst the soil sleeps. Some take a more natural approach. All tend to rotate what is grown. And then, the soil is woken again in the Spring, with the sowing of new seed and the growing of new crops. I realise how much we take our brown earth for granted.
When I was a child, one of my favourite stories was The Magic Porridge Pot. No matter how much was eaten, more kept coming. Our world really needs one or two of those right now.
The Bald Birder 