How easily we can become blind to beauty when caught up in the business of everyday tasks. The poetry of W.H. Davies comes to mind: 'What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.' Working close to the land, one can take for granted Nature's spectacle and overlook her delicate patterns and subtle forms. Equally though, when removed from the land, I know the tendency to romanticise the idea of working on it. So there's the line to be trod: between the harsh realities of living in a dreamscape and the pitfalls of dreaming about a harsh reality.
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