A lady living in our village has described me as a ‘volcano’ – a ‘volcano spewing out ideas’! She adds that she lives in fear of what I’ll think up next. Mmmm. Sounds a bit dangerous – especially when you consider that most of the ideas are pretty tame – no likelihood of flooding glaciers here.
I suppose that volcanoes are an analogy for life – lots of pressure chambers far below the surface, occasionally triggering some kind of explosion which changes the conditions around it for a significant area and time. Sometimes there are signs of the build-up and sometimes the explosion comes without warning. The effects can be devastating – but they can also be life enriching. Our world would not work properly without volcanoes, but, on the other hand, they pose a serious risk to people.
My next mini-volcanoes involve sorting out books in the Honey Pot and trying to mend the canary-coloured caravan. Not so much explosions as gentle ripples on a still lake.
Watch out for the ash plume though!