Monday 6th July - peace descends, dropping slow

 I had meant to post yesterday, but after all the activity on Saturday I ground to a halt. No surprises there.

But it was a good day to read Ang's post for Sunday 5th, and right now is a good time to read it again; 

A reworking of Psalm 23, published back in the 1960s and written by the Japanese poet Toki Miyashina...

The Lord is my pacesetter, I shall not rush.
he makes me stop and rest for quiet intervals.
He provides me with images of stillness
which restore my serenity.
He leads me in ways of efficiency,
through calmness of mind, and his guidance is peace.
Even though I have a great many things to
accomplish this day,
I will not fret, for his presence is here.
His timelessness, His all-importance,
Will keep me in balance.
He prepares refreshment and renewal
in the midst of my activity
by anointing my head with the oil of tranquility.
My cup of joyous energy overflows.
Surely harmony and effectiveness
shall be the fruits of my hours,
for I shall walk in the pace of my Lord,

and dwell in His house forever.

Today started with the builders arriving around about 7.30am. They have worked steadily, fueled with tea, coffee, biscuits and plenty of water until the last bits were tidied away at 4.30pm, with a few short breaks.

 I think the most exciting part of the day was moving the shed - entire, intact, complete with contents still on the shelving!

'Have you done this before?', I asked the Man in Charge.

'No, but he says he has,' pointing at Second-in-Command.

So they set the two young men to work...

They managed to lever a pumped forklift trolley under each side, and sort of push-me-pull-you the whole shed from here... 

To here, about three or four metres. If you compare the trees in the before and after pictures you can get the idea. It's now sitting where my veg patch used to be.

I took a photograph to say 'goodbye' to the Fatsia

 But one of the young men has extricated quite a lot of the roots from the raised bed. It's currently sitting in a tub of water at the shady end of the garden util I can work out what to do. It going to have to live in a large tub, I think.

We've now hit a snag, first of many, no doubt. Work has more or less stopped for the rest for the week, as they can't do anything much until the building control inspector has inspected a small section of the footings to agree the proposed depth. That can't be until Monday.

'Please make sure you lock you back door,' said Man-in-Charge several times. 'People forget, open their door and fall out as the steps have gone. We'e seen it happen so many times.' He gave us a considering look....

and has left one of his machines parked right across the door! I think it is rather sweet of him, and don't resent it at all. We can get out safely from the front door and walk round so it is not much of an inconvenience, and we can leave the door open to get a through breeze without worry.

  

  Peace is all around now...

Evgeny Kissin, Chopin Waltz in C# minor op 64 no 2 

(Yes, we are with the AA!)