Looking glass

I'm sore. Aching ass sore. There is not one inch of me that is not sore. My fingernails ache from pulling weeds and I have wounds from the weed whackers violent flings of debris. Everyday I add to my list of things to do and get done. The best part about yard work is that it only costs in pain.

I look forward to just going to work to set around. The days are long it is the part of June where every evening at the end of the day gets longer. It is twilight that is endless. Until the solstice.

I always seem to think that Fall is my favorite season. And it is, but sometimes late spring is nice too. The lake is high and the edges are filled with the art of flotsam. I love to go out there and hunt for sticks. I plan to make a trellis from them and then to also make a bean teepee.

 
Rummaging through natures free hand outs. The limbs of trees that have flowed through melting snow. They arrive soft and polished at the lake shore. Makes me almost miss having a dog that loves to chase the perfect stick and at this time of the year there are thousands of perfects sticks.

I have had some good conversations this week, Nate my old renter dropped a saw on his thigh and limped by and stopped to chat. Today I talked to the Mayor of Roslyn. Once upon a time he stole my dog 'C.O.' may she RIP she died last winter. Another dog he stole 'Harley' was with him as he watered my neighbors rhubarb. The yard looks a little better everyday. I'm thinking my ass and arms will be looking well toned by the end of the summer.