And The Beat Goes On

as does the work.  One tiny project seems to last longer than I expect.  This is the old smokehouse over a dirt cellar.  Both are still usable.  The dirt cellar actually is just holding our empty jars. Our houses hold the full ones.  The smoke house is mostly storage but makes a great drying place for herbs.  This is on my winter project list to organize again.

 During the high temperatures the shade dictates my job for the day.

Cutting out the bird poop trees freeing the Sweet Williams to grow.

Time has a way of wearing things down.

Pieces of siding and fence will be reused.

 My cow bone guarding the entrance got a new coat of paint.

Just for fun I added Welcome as you enter the yard.

I believe it's safe to say no one has a yard like mine.

I'm always armed with a camera.

Revelation! 

That may be why jobs take me so long.

Being easily distracted is a blessing.

The front of the smoke house before

and after.

All by hand looking for rocks and stumps.

I'm tired.

Distractions

Distractions are always jumping out for me.  I suspect I may have ATHD...A Thoroughly Happy Destiny. This beautiful sandstone held my attention for five minutes exploring the patterns, the bits of quartz and the wonder of how it was made. 

A rock, a bug, a strangely shaped stick all hold interest for me.  I can be doing a project and am continually sidetracked to closely examine a pearl of nature.

This fallen tree stirred my imagination. At first I saw a dragon.  The rocks embedded in the tree roots made me wonder was it natural or did an ancestor place them there.  The death of this tree was already supporting new life.

My curiosity and imagination is constant entertainment for me.  I fall through Alice's rabbit hole every day.

For Poets United.