A day of being up to the elbows and knees in dirt, moving paving stones, a pile of topsoil, convening meetings with some sowbugs, earthworms and houseflies, doing laundry and cooking and pottering around sorting pots in the garage. We read and ate, chatted with neighbour over the fence, cleaned up the gardening beds, heard kids in their scrimmage soccer and peddling their little 3-wheelers. We put out the outdoor furniture, and then on the 7th hour, we rested.
We have moss. And a sudden hankering for a stone lantern.
And I accidentally selected and overwrote a couple paragraphs from the last post and didn’t notice.
Hm, to reconstruct or not reconstruct? The luck of the Irish is persisting despite; if it’s worth doing, it’s worth redoing.
Or if something was worthwhile, the benefit is complete and one can just catch the next wave and not try to find the wave already dissolved back into the ocean.
Leaning hard towards the latter.
Oops, I leaned too fast; vertigo.
Quote: “I go on working for the same reason that a hen goes on laying eggs.” ~ H.L. Mencken