Wrong side of bed, no socks or time for breakfast, argue with the missus, sun yet to rise, rain pours, cycle fails to warm. Arrive, adorn oneself in white and commence. Silently stew in the morning’s thankless shroud.
Abundant boxes sit stacked by the entrance as they enter, coffee then whites they walk the line.
From the pass the artichoke is lifted, examined, fondled, twirled, whirled then photographed. The manner in which this thistle is considered; gently, genuinely, colourfully and enthusiastically contagiously permeates my soul and that of the brigade and works to diffuse any remaining ill temper. Their unwavering smiles, passion and concern for all that enters their door is nothing short of majestic.
Not one pot is passed without their dipping of spoons, fingers or comment, constructive either way. Dialogue is continuous, the human support mechanism robust, little profanity, abundant hugging, back patting and growth. The sense of encouraged development and experimentation is interminable.
Thank you Sam and Sam.
To be continued…