If you stand at the bottom and squint you can see what it’ll become

Transformed from a muddy mire into pyramids of green flecked with scarlet. A cage of juicy gems and jewels ready to pick. A crop of carefully tended chaos yielding a bounty borne from nothing.

A square plot of earth in the corner of a field bordered by ancient trees, patrolled by birds and ransacked by rabbits. A space to burn, destroy, grow and play together.

Build a rat trap. Make a bow and arrow. Fling mud pies at each other.

Learn how to use a post basher. Learn to light a fire with petrol with no lasting damage. Learn how to grow things.

Infuse all your possessions with wood smoke. Chase each other with sticks. Let things happen however things happen. It’ll all grow the same anyway.

Sit at the table and watch the dying embers, and feel like you’re really living.