Another day on the farm, except we had a heap more help today. The yearly wackiness known as August Babies Birthday Bash is almost here, a week from today in fact. This would be panic time except that we have a lot of really good friends that help us out. This year I have to leap into a cheer for Orion and Andrea who were real troopers today, Joe Who Fixes All Things That Go Whirr and Slayer of Blackberries, Rick the Wit and Mighty Mattock Wielder, Melissa of the Wicked Weed Wacker, and Mike the Mysterious Sweeper aka the Shoveler.
The firepit area is weedwacked and swept.
Blackberries are beaten back from paths and garden areas.
Large areas are mowed clean.
A new drip system is installed near the firepit.
Garbage is in the bin where it belongs.
Scrap and trash paper is burned.
Excess food and alcohol are consumed.
An arbor is moved into place and a honeysuckle planted there.
Stairs are cleared and/or cemented in.
Garden beds are weeded.
Even if nothing else happens all week, we're ready! So huzzah to the hard workers--your mysterious gift will await you at the ABBB!
The Journal
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The cover is embossed with gold foil, artwork of an ancient Persian garden
with a pair of deer. I open the new journal. The spine crackles faintly,
and t...
3 weeks ago
2 comments:
I woulda helped if I could, ya know. Can I still have some?
Sure! Here ya go:
Here's a health to me fine moody minstrel
Though far in Japan he may be
He'll still lend a hand
By conducting his band
To cheer up our work 'cross the sea.
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