"Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better
with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that
have no answers.'
`If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you wouldn't talk about wasting IT. It's HIM.'" (Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (1865)
Today is all about time. The clocks went forward by an hour overnight. Today I feel very keenly that I have lost that hour. The day is rushing on and I am just not getting anything done because in my head I think it is one time but the clocks that surround me scream that it is another.
and the time of year makes everything about time. We have had the vernal equinox and Spring is now upon us. The weather has turned glorious, a bit chilly at night and some fog and mist in the mornings, but the days are now longer and sunnier. Of course, because it is hard to be totally happy, I am already thinking a bit of rain would be nice during the week, but not today, today is about Spring and sun.
But look at the time! Its going, I'm sitting here writing this I should be outside! I have so much I need to get on with that is very time specific. I need to sort out my fencing. I have to do it before the brambles really start growing so that I can push them back to where they should be.
I have so many seeds I need to get sowing. Now that is time and weather specific, it is easy to sow them too early and than have a chilly night that stops them. I am straining at the leash to sow sow sow, but it is still early in the year so I am holding back on all but the hardy.
(aren't these seeds great? they look like something from a science fiction film!)
Time is not straightforward, it is complicated in the garden. Time in the garden is not about clocks but about seasons and weather, but me, I am ruled by time. Time to go to work, time to get home, time to do the chores that must be done before I can grant myself the time to go out in the garden where I want to be. I never have enough time, yet I also waste time. Time time time time. Maybe this is why I love time travelling stories so much. Last night I was watching Time Cop (the only J C Van Damme film I like) and I adore Dr Who (have I mentioned that before?) In my all time favourite episode the Doctor explains time: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, its more like a big all of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff" I think the Doctor gives an accurate description, in our lives that are often ruled by time, we check our watches and our mobile phones for the correct time constantly. I listen to the radio that beeps the time signal at us at regular intervals. Time is our master and we its slaves. The clocks change and we just fit our lives into the altered routine. Yet around us is a world that is not ruled by the clock, it is ruled by nature a force that moves and progresses irrespective of a clock made by humans. Nature dances to the beat of its own drum, its own sense of time, that is indeed a bit wibbly-wobbly, a lot timey-wimey but with a sense of perfect rhythm.
`If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you wouldn't talk about wasting IT. It's HIM.'" (Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (1865)
Today is all about time. The clocks went forward by an hour overnight. Today I feel very keenly that I have lost that hour. The day is rushing on and I am just not getting anything done because in my head I think it is one time but the clocks that surround me scream that it is another.
and the time of year makes everything about time. We have had the vernal equinox and Spring is now upon us. The weather has turned glorious, a bit chilly at night and some fog and mist in the mornings, but the days are now longer and sunnier. Of course, because it is hard to be totally happy, I am already thinking a bit of rain would be nice during the week, but not today, today is about Spring and sun.
But look at the time! Its going, I'm sitting here writing this I should be outside! I have so much I need to get on with that is very time specific. I need to sort out my fencing. I have to do it before the brambles really start growing so that I can push them back to where they should be.
Time is not straightforward, it is complicated in the garden. Time in the garden is not about clocks but about seasons and weather, but me, I am ruled by time. Time to go to work, time to get home, time to do the chores that must be done before I can grant myself the time to go out in the garden where I want to be. I never have enough time, yet I also waste time. Time time time time. Maybe this is why I love time travelling stories so much. Last night I was watching Time Cop (the only J C Van Damme film I like) and I adore Dr Who (have I mentioned that before?) In my all time favourite episode the Doctor explains time: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, its more like a big all of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff" I think the Doctor gives an accurate description, in our lives that are often ruled by time, we check our watches and our mobile phones for the correct time constantly. I listen to the radio that beeps the time signal at us at regular intervals. Time is our master and we its slaves. The clocks change and we just fit our lives into the altered routine. Yet around us is a world that is not ruled by the clock, it is ruled by nature a force that moves and progresses irrespective of a clock made by humans. Nature dances to the beat of its own drum, its own sense of time, that is indeed a bit wibbly-wobbly, a lot timey-wimey but with a sense of perfect rhythm.
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