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| Each time I draw the rake over the ground, new rocks pop up in the place I have just finished raking. A mysterious phenomenon know also to others who have tried to find soil while raking a house that is constructed on a gravel pit. This picture is taken from the corner of the cabin moving down over that small patch of grass and then through the Douglas Firs. The tracto makes a cameo appearance at the lots edge. |
This is also true when trying to beat the snow that is coming on Tuesday by getting every possible rock pick up from the new landscaping between lots 3 and 4.
One twentieth of the new landscaping is mine, and 19/20th is Richard’s, so in the spirit of good neighbour, my rake strays over to land between us, their place, which is beginning to look more like a golf course to me, rather than less than 50 yards between us.
Because I can think so fast, I can run through a lot of thoughts just in one small sweep of the rake.
So I have turned to Spotify to make the time pass.
Diana Krall singing.
Me humming along.
A great life.
Arta
i am loving all these posts so much. but why are you working on YOUR writing instead of on MINE?!
ReplyDeleteI wish I were even working on MY writing. So many ideas and thoughts. And so little time to write them.
ReplyDeleteI have a lot of thoughts and no interest or will to write them down.
ReplyDeleteYes to there being a lot of thoughts that can go through my mind was well -- with no interest or will to having to write them down, and sometimes knowing that those thoughts that I am having, come to everyone -- so why share them. That is the biggest piece that stops me. Though sometimes, even knowing that, I am still out writing those trival-to-others, but remarkable-to-me thoughts.
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