Working Bee

On Sunday 20 July 2014 a Working Bee was held by the members of the MenzShed on the site where the Trusthouse BottleO will be moving to. They have removed some of the horrid fence I disliked so much and moved some dirt around. This is in preparation of the move of the BottleO over to its new site.

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The Featherston MenzShed have a Facebook page you can follow if you are interested in what they do and the movement of their building. I applaud what they are about. I am sad that they have been put in this situation by the Council. But I am hopeful of the contribution which they will give to the town. I hope the best for them as a group.

Someone said to me last night. What about the Gusto/Lotto building? What is happening to that? Why not move that onto the #FeatherstonZenGarden so it can be used as a commercial building? Perhaps with some work it could be the central Information Centre people keep asking for? Perhaps it could be a shop for a baker or a bookbinder or a milkshake bar, with pool and pinball machines. A warm hangout place.

And could someone please put some seats up so we can sit in the sun on a dry winters day! The only seats around are either out of town or under the trees.

I like to think the rain washes things clean. The buildings and footpath and rocks take on a sheen not seen during the summer. You see a place at its worst in the winter and hope for a bright summer. I like rocks, funnily enough having spent 4 years of my life looking at them. People always make fun of the rocks. But the rocks are the only things that will endure, and even then they too will change their appearance. This may be why I like the idea of a Rock Garden so much. No matter what happens to the people, the houses, the plants, it’ll be the rocks that tell our story in millions of years. It will be the roads and foot paths and toilet bowls that will show how we lived now to the future.

Mountains will rise and fall.

Seas will come and go.

Ice will carve monuments to time in the rock.

The silliness of man will be forgotten amongst the stars that we are made of.

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