Thorn (March)

Nice cool morning, ideal for planting correa, grevillea… Time to get grounded, clearing away dead branches when a long sharp thorn goes straight into the heel of my hand. Blood rushes out, dark red. It fucking well hurts. To say bloody well hurts is understatement. Hunting inside for Elastoplast it’s a Good Friday meditation. Handy knowledge to have if you want to hurt someone, bleeding won’t stop, straight to the vein. Imagine a crown of them, tied around the head to show who’s boss. Unforgivable, really, humiliating. Band-aid on I return to planting little trees, such a beautiful March morning.