24 07, 2010


I love stuff that weighs nothin': gourds. I love stuff that weighs gobs: concrete. I've been in concrete mode lately. I've mowed around the damn iron bed spring for years. It has grown progressively more entangled in weeds because I've grown progressively less inclined to move the sucker, mow, move it back. I'm anal about my landscaping and the situation reached critical mass: I had to do something with the bed or toss it. As if that would happen.No shock to those who know me, I've been collecting Mexican beer bottles for years. The kind with screened labels [...]

28 02, 2010


I’m prone to jumping whole hog into things. That makes me sound imprudent, but I’m not. This propensity has usually paid off. I fell in love at first sight almost 30 years ago. I’m older. Wiser. Still in love.Black cherry tea box is a sedum treasure chestGourds. Bottle caps. Concrete. Gardening: All personal obsessions. When you’re driven, you figure out how to make your particular manias work. It takes time and pondering, and attempts that fail but don’t kill the ardor.I am dang lucky to have enablers. My penchant for things gardening is stoked by several darling folks, [...]

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