Rocks
I owe myself an entry, don’t you think? Especially since the cliffhanger I wrote one of the last times I was here. It was about dirt.
Dirt.
No wonder nobody reads my blog. If anybody Googles “dirt” they deserve to be buried under 6 feet of the stuff.
Dirt.
Anyway, the next tremble inducing conglomeration of sentences shall prove to be just as exciting, if not more so. First of all, my barn is still not completed nor are there horses living in it as yet. I do have one living next to it, so I’m getting closer to my ultimate goal. Plus, she can look into the barn through one of the dutch-door windows. Progress!
The gray-ness of winter is struggling to stay in the present, but much to my delight it is losing it’s battle on a daily basis. Soon it will just be an unpleasant memory. Spring is glorious. Now if my yard could make an effort to recognize the season…. The grass is still a sickly, olive straw color & the two containers of tulips I’ve planted off the back porch are refusing to cooperate. I believe a total of 4 bulbs from 24 have poked their little noses out, surveyed the scene & said, “oh, hell, no.” They have stopped at a less than Amazonian stature of 2 inches. Not a bloom to be had. Luckily it looks like the flower bed in the front of the house is doing better, at least in the bulb department. Falling snow from the roof this winter broke off nearly half of the branches from my already suffering forsythia bushes. But, I don’t care because sunshine makes everything better.
Joe & I have a bunch of plans for the “spread” this spring. The planting of trees has been discussed & Joe has become quite an accomplished rock farmer/rancher. In a matter of a couple weeks’ work a rock lined path out to the barn has emerged from a pile of rubble. It looks quite lovely & reminds me of what might be found out the back of an English country cottage.
Rocks? Jesus.
Dirt.
No wonder nobody reads my blog. If anybody Googles “dirt” they deserve to be buried under 6 feet of the stuff.
Dirt.
Anyway, the next tremble inducing conglomeration of sentences shall prove to be just as exciting, if not more so. First of all, my barn is still not completed nor are there horses living in it as yet. I do have one living next to it, so I’m getting closer to my ultimate goal. Plus, she can look into the barn through one of the dutch-door windows. Progress!
The gray-ness of winter is struggling to stay in the present, but much to my delight it is losing it’s battle on a daily basis. Soon it will just be an unpleasant memory. Spring is glorious. Now if my yard could make an effort to recognize the season…. The grass is still a sickly, olive straw color & the two containers of tulips I’ve planted off the back porch are refusing to cooperate. I believe a total of 4 bulbs from 24 have poked their little noses out, surveyed the scene & said, “oh, hell, no.” They have stopped at a less than Amazonian stature of 2 inches. Not a bloom to be had. Luckily it looks like the flower bed in the front of the house is doing better, at least in the bulb department. Falling snow from the roof this winter broke off nearly half of the branches from my already suffering forsythia bushes. But, I don’t care because sunshine makes everything better.
Joe & I have a bunch of plans for the “spread” this spring. The planting of trees has been discussed & Joe has become quite an accomplished rock farmer/rancher. In a matter of a couple weeks’ work a rock lined path out to the barn has emerged from a pile of rubble. It looks quite lovely & reminds me of what might be found out the back of an English country cottage.
Rocks? Jesus.
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