Mosquito Coil and Tree Stump, Summer 2009
I’ve got water going for a shower. I’ve tapped into the perfect combination of a neatly timed 5 gallon’s worth of shower – 6 if I wanna shave my legs.
Ten minutes on the stove for a boil. Two tea kettles and a soup pot. Dump into bucket. Mix with equal parts cold. Plug in the pump. wha – La. You are on your way to clean.
Let me tell you, a shower set up in a dry cabin is a luxury. It is a little extra work, but worth any effort entirely.
I’ve earned it today.
I planted this years garden—including, but not limited to:
I finished the hanging baskets and the bird feeder is stocked.
I even stained the deck and ringed a tree with rocks.
The wildflowers I planted last weekend are showing the first signs of new life and there are choke cherries blooming.
Sitting in the sun now, I’m drinking a cold one, wearing a days worth of dirt and feeling that content feeling working outside always gives me. Sometimes, it seems that there is no greater pleasure than this moment. You know; when your muscles are sore from manual labor, dirt is under your fingernails, deck stain on your hands and arms and you’ve got a sweat stained face with a sun tan. It’s always been a favorite of mine.
‘Rounding your next corner dear reader --
I wish for you * freshly tilled earth and big,white cumulous clouds. The sound of a cessna flying overhead, fresh produce, free time and new stories.