I had a gift waiting for me by the door when I got up this morning. Well, two gifts, actually. It had rained during the night, and it was still a bit drizzly, which was nice. I’d planned to wet down the garden area I’d just finished digging up and leveling to make sure the soil didn’t get blown away in the strong winds that are common in this area. The rain not only brought a touch of coolness, but did my watering for me.
The other gift was an actual thing — a putter to be exact, gifted from the man who did most of the rock work around here. With all the moving around of hoses and all the work that’s being done on this place, the ornamental rock gets dislodged, and I’m always having to side kick rocks back into place, but I end up kicking the red crushed rock, too. And besides, my knees don’t like moving sideways like that. So I thought a putter would be perfect.
And it is perfect. I spent an enjoyable few minutes this morning using the golf club to putt the rocks back into place.
As if I haven’t been doing enough digging the past few weeks, this morning I spent a while preparing an area to plant hollyhock seeds. Though the rain was quite extensive, that particular area of the yard was dry and rock hard. Because of that anomaly, I don’t suppose it will surprise anyone to hear that the hollyhock “forest” will be smaller than I originally intended.
After that, I moved to my “island” garden, pulled some dead flowers and dug up some weeds. Now that was easy! The dirt had been worked a year ago rather than decades like the rest of the yard, and because of the rain, it was like digging in pudding (if that pudding was heavy and overcooked).
Considering that I also did chores around the house, ran errands, and checked up on my absent friend’s house, I’ve had a rather gainful day. Oddly, the only thing I didn’t do was the one thing I’d planned to do — work on the character list (motivations and movements) for the murder at the museum event. I’m not going to plan on working on the character list tomorrow — that way I might actually get the job done. Apparently, I don’t like to do things I’m supposed to do, even if the “supposed to” is something I myself planned to do.
But meantime, my “geographical art” project is shaping up, shovelful by shovelful. I’d read that Central Park in New York is considered by some to be geographical art, and that is exactly what I am doing with the gardens and pathways in my yard — creating geographical art. I’ve done art projects before, but never on such a grand scale. I’m looking forward to seeing what the finished art project looks like, but that won’t be for several years yet, so I’m concentrating on coloring my yard however I can.
What if God decided S/He didn’t like how the world turned out, and turned it over to a development company from the planet Xerxes for re-creation? Would you survive? Could you survive?
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