My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

Cut the clutter ~ and simplify life

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How did I NOT notice all this junk before? Is this what we have to show for decades of married life? Time to cut the clutter. One drawer, one shelf, one cupboard, one room at a time and then the outside shed. Donate the items to charity. Simple. Let’s get organised.

It has been dirty, sweaty, heavy work in the humid hot weather. It has taken several days to clear, sort, decide, shift and stack items for removal. Rooms needed cleaning after being cleared.

A mindshift was in order.  Do I want to reread these 1980s’ academic texts? Do we really need this pre-energy ratings, aged fridge-freezer as a drinks’ cooler? Are those kitchen and linen cupboard items are surplus to requirement? Would the gardening tools inherited from long ago gardeners be better in another pair hands digging their new garden? A heated argument sparked between Himself and I over his “best” pair of shoes that I  tossed onto the discard pile. “They’re still good! I might need them one day” Male logic! That the shoes had been stored in a box in the shed with other old footwear and not worn for some years is immaterial.  In this decidedly cooler atmosphere we worked on.

One person’s trash is another’s treasure. Now, this I understand. Habitat for Humanity ReStores sent their truck to our place today for free and we filled it! Imagine the number of vehicle trips to the local refuse station and site entry costs we saved. Zero, the amount of our household stuff tipped into the landfill, a step towards helping the environment.

Items we donated to Habitat may be given to people who need help to set up house again. Good work is being done to provide communities with sanitation and clean water.  Restore shop sales generate funds to support building and repair programmes to rehouse people locally and internationally.

And yes, his shoes live another day – for now.

Author: Jenny

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

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