A Satisfied Customer

You know, it almost felt like summer yesterday. luckily I was going out for a small drink with The Organic Nursey Man, and we sat outside in the evening light, watching the swifts wheel and scream overhead and savour the sound of the occasional motorbike tear through the village like rampant demon, discussed Satish Kumar (the editor of Resurgence), the flagrant abuse of organic farmers by the hotel industry, and how soon his gourds would be ready for plucking.

He's a quiet man, brought up in Africa on an estate farm where his father was a manager, he speaks with his eyes, and dreams of wide open spaces, and times other than these; he is a man buffeted by the rigours of the modern world , and whose face increasingly resembles the land which he works, and whom I am dearly fond of.

Circles form in this pub. We designed the refurbishment of the building, the landlady is a good friend and The Organic Nursery Man supplies greens and groceries to the restaurant. It feels good, as sense of community and wholeness, the circle completed and wholeness once again inhabits the world, and to cap it all, I was wearing my favourite green hat with the small feather in the side (you haven't seen that yet, have you....?)

So today's outpouring is a simple offering; of companionship, simplicity and gentleness to a small group of people who have a special place in my life, and deserve to know it (that's you, that is......).