Bugs in the Grass and Knots in the Trees

Today was sunny and a bit windy so I managed to get some work done. I slept poorly largely because of mosquitoes, but I improved on the day by using the whipper snipper to trim back the ferns and raspberries where I want grasses. Since the electrical system was on anyway, I pulled out the chainsaw and cut down a few trees that were shading my garden. I also cut up about half the wood I had piled on my sawhorse. The bugs were bad enough that I wore the bug jacket, and I noticed, for the first time, the deerflies have arrived. Usually that means the blackflies are not as bad, although there is a time of overlap. I saw three snakes yesterday, with one of them quite young, about six inches long and a quarter of an inch wide. Today there were none about, for I kept my eyes open when I was cutting the grass. Too warm I suppose.

In mid afternoon I tried to bring the log that had come down in the hurricane last year and I’d limbed and dried. It is still heavy, and since the knots are poking out, it is heavy to drag. I don’t even have a plan for it, but rather didn’t want it to go to waste. I brought it part way and then left it on the path until a cooler day and I have an axe on me.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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