|... a Bronze Aged Tool ...|
originally from Asia Minor and Greece
My fear was that the hot sun would harden up this area and I would never get it graded so that the lawn-mower can get at the weeds that are bound to grow there. To help me, Dave Wood brought over his truck this morning at 9 am. He and I worked he had to leave for an afternoon appointment, Dave using the mattock and me raking the stones out to the road while he continued working the soil.
|... blocks now hidden deep under the road ...|
only brief glimpses of the lego-like tops
are visible as you walk the road
I was beside myself this morning. I could not figure out how I was going to deal with that mess.
Between Glen’s instructions and Dave’s man-power I am ¼ of the way towards completion of the task. As well, I have regained my mo-jo. Added bonuses to me are the charlie-horses in my legs tonight. I expect they will be stretched out with tomorrow’s raking.
The fact is – a joy to be alive and have the energy to work the earth like that.
He made it to the top of my list of help dropped in from the heavens during the 100 best days of my life.