Less than an acre, and no mule

A little bit of real estate, as one might say - although the reality of this estate is that it's going to take some work to transform it from the fanciful illusion floating around inside my head into the reality that others can recognise.

Still: the rubbish is slowly disappearing, although there's always that worried feeling that I might be discarding something that is going to be absolutely vital in another couple of weeks. The pile of dust in the shed is reducing, the fractured greenhouse becomes more skeletal and the earth more bare with each visit.

But life has suddenly become more tranquil, knowing that some things can not be rushed.

That's my rationale.