The Yard

I spent most of today working inside, although I read a bit in the morning as well. It was chilly out, although that didn’t slow down the bugs much. I hauled a bucket of muck for the garden as a slug barrier and then fired up the whippersnapper and took out the ferns and raspberry bushes in the yard.

My yard is quite large now, so that is more of a task than one might think. The whipper went through the last of its line when I was working so I searched the workshop and finally found the electrical cable from the inside of the electric blanket Lisa had given me years ago. I use the blanket all the time, for after I cut a hole and fished out all the cable it is perfectly serviceable. I kept the cable and used it to lash together wood for the workshop and as a temporary structure for building supplies. Then I carefully rolled up the cable and now it is coming of use again, although it will likely have no more use after this.

Inside I finished the shelf I’d started a few days ago and then IMG_8082_smallmade a large window box out of slabs rescued from the log I’d cut back in the woods. Now I have that hanging from two trees in front with a bean sprouting in it and some basil. I am determined to get some vegetables growing this year, and I certainly have been devoting some attention to it.

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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