the trash man has come and gone
I was not aware of his noises.
It has taken me a little longer
to clear my mind from this heavy sleep. After realizing that my body could
function I moved around the area looking at the garden. Cool weather and
the fact that I displaced its location are setting me and the garden into
a just getting started frame of mind. I had surrounded the plants with
mulch for the coming fall and the first frost.
Reading the morning emails are
sending my mind into areas where I do not belong.
I just want to function, be aware
of my life and stay alive.
The fuzziness has left and it is
time for some tea of perhaps a little coffee.
Laurel bought a small chest freezer
for fifty dollars and I was half the day yesterday cleaning out an area
in the garage for it to be. I am throwing out those must needed wires and
angles, ropes and seeds, cobwebs and dust. I have found under that pile
of ruble Laurelís fathers vegetable display case where bushel of potatoes,
peas and tomatoes and scales once laid in his small family corner store.
It is a sound and sturdy piece of metal.
One project has led to three others.
I better stop by and see how Bobbysan
This is what is going on.
Words & Graphics by Tomas