Today's slice: resolving to be the attentive gatekeeper who allows only quality material to pass outside. Exhausting but gratifying work to see a better product after running it through coarse then finer sieves of scrutiny. Much sleep has been lost and the mental state is sharp - on edge, more likely. I remind myself to respond slowly so that I don't alarm others around me.
Meanwhile the garden does not wait and has been moving at its own pace. Daily progress appears slow but now I need to begin and finish a preparatory task before reaping and using material that comes only once a year. How many more "once a year" events will come to me? There is much to do with fewer seasons of time.