Sometimes I Have Help...

or people who like to play.

I can't reach this high to trim.

Thanks to Hubby, Andrew and Bonnie,

yes, she is in the bucket, too,

I have some higher limbs trimmed.

Both Water Gardens

are continually tested

to the point that the water never clears.

The lilies are happy in the Porcelain Sanctuary. 

How Many Brush Piles...

can I brag about until you say, "Enough!"

I wrap my work around me and get lost in it.  I reenter reality and look behind me and think, Wow, I did that?

Progress continues.  I have not dropped from heat stroke and severe dehydration.  I seem to be bound and determined to reclaim this acreage an inch at a time.  That is a testament to my stubbornness, I guess, but on I go with piles of brush growing.

It may be difficult, hot, work but it is almost mindless so I can travel anywhere I want as I clip and pile.  I have been to the South of France, Wales, two hundred years and millions of years into the past. It all happens as I clip and stack, clip and stack, clip and stack.

 One stack

 two stacks

three stacks more

and stack four

The Conductor

The butterfly conducts
Nature's symphony
With multi-color wings
And perfect timing.

For Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Snapped...

For Magpie Tales

Those stairs taunted me

With each step

With each call

It was more difficult

To lift my feet and go

With a smile

Illness is an ugly thing

And comes in many forms

As I cared for the ailing

Sickness entered me

One more ring of the bell

One more weak cry 

I tried for patience

Love and understanding

I was tried and tested

The final test I failed

Empathy no longer inside me

I ended it

They found her

At

The 

Bottom

Of the stairs

I was smiling