mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
mí mini meadow
mí arms are tired--little chain sawing dead pine plus clearing a bit of sugar maple...then on to weed eating the forested property lines. weed eating cause I now need to build a bridge to cross my creek which has finally eroded enough that I can't pass with mī mini baby tractor (riding mower). a task for another day (well plus some structural homework) besides I've got a deck extension to finish.
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