It's Easter weekend and I spent most of yesterday (Saturday) in my garden chopping down shrubs, pulling up unwanted weeds (mainly brambles) that had taken over certain parts of the garden and feeding a hugely satisfying and therapeutic bonfire to get rid of all the unwanted vegetation.
I love my garden and I know I am very fortunate indeed to own such a beautiful landscape that covers over 3 acres. But I have always seen myself as custodian whose role is to look after, to varying degrees, a garden that someone else has created. I have lived here for 12 years but I have not really modified this landscape. I have fixed fences when they have broken, chopped up trees when they have blown down or become diseased, pruned and cut hedges and shrubs and cut the acres of grass a hundred times, but I have not created any new landscapes. My body, with the help of numerous tools and a tractor has been the means by which I have maintained this landscape I have inherited but I have not created anything new. As I toiled in my garden this weekend, thinking about the forthcoming #creativeHE conversation, it dawned on me that I had used my body to serve someone else's creative vision and efforts which enabled them to turn a large field (apple orchard) into a visually stunning landscape.