August 17th, 2013

wayside cross

A lovely visit

I took my wracked back out to Wilderstead yesterday afternoon. I got out there just before 5:00. I noticed a lot of sycamore saplings shooting up in draining ditches. "I need to get after those," I thought, so I got out the nippers and the bow saw and had at them. After half an hour or forty-five minutes of trimming and pulling, I looked at my work and realized that my back didn't hurt.

As soon as I set foot in the holler, my back significantly improved. My muscles weren't all tight across my neck and shoulders, either. I spent a quiet evening banging away on my book. Chapter Three had me stymied, so I roughed out a different chapter. Making progress.

Today, I took my tractor out for a spin, just to keep the battery charged. Noticed that my redneck mousetrap had managed to eliminate a rodent -- the first I've seen dead in years of setting snap traps and laying out poison. Yay!

Life is good. Took these pictures this morning.



Weeds are just flowers that fend for themselves