This is my space where I begin and end each day. It is where I work and plan and day dream about the day, the weeks the months to come. In my mind it is clean and clear and the rosemary plants I buy for it never die horrible brown deaths.
In reality, the rosemary plants never fare well for me inside, the school books (mine and their’s) usually litter the surface, craft projects dry there, knitting rests as I move from one moment to the next and my tea which has two lovely hand made coasters waiting for it on my desk, is never to be found there.
It is somewhere on the table where they are working, or in the kitchen or did I put it in the microwave to heat it up? Oh yes, yes I did, an hour ago.
But this space, as untidy as it seems, is exactly how it should be.
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And the fact that you’re citing a Fraggle Rock song is another reason we are friends