and it's raining?
yeah.
i guess that's the way the woodsly goodness rewards it's
warrior poets, worthy wrights, weak sauce waterbabies
and wrongdoers alike.
wet, grey, foggy, soggy sloppy air and soil everywhere.
that's that.
but, then again,
if it's a day off, you might actually want to take it easy... no?
...no!
unless the anticipated outdoor action and the environment
can't cooperate to make sure that real person plans all
sync up with the secret universal plan that unfolds in it's own time.
i mean it.
people try their best, but nature wins-
and rain falls,
and yard work doesn't do itself-
no matter how hard you wish it would.
those tedious chores'll keep, kids,
but they won't improve with lost time,
and that's no joke.
rain or shine,
it has to happen eventually, though,
or this summer is gonna suck the fullest hardest ones.
....and obviously, that's not cool at all.
so removing last year's traces from the face of this year's growing
is the top priority regardless of the humidity and moisture content,
and the recalcitrant dew point and barometer.
yuck.
i'll admit my participation has been nominal thus far,
but if someone else seriously wants to scrape and scratch and slog
through mulch and moss and mud to make the gardens grow?
far be it from me to impede their progress and smother their fun.
therefore,
since amber loves making things neat and tidy,
i won't be the big dumb lazy obstacle making the lawn look worse
and leaving the leaves littered, y'know?
uh huh.
in my own self-serving sh!tty way,
i'm secretly kinda nice, neighbors.
that's a thing.
anyway,
it all gets done, because it has to.
when the flowerbeds are all made up,
and cleared of debris and sticks and overwintered wreckage,
it all comes together just right.
there's even mulch ready to get laid down.
yeah.
all the goodsly preparations are in order.
heck,
i even started removing all the awful saplings and suckers
that sprouted up during the years-long divorce-age hiatus
that i unintentionally took off.
time away from celebrating all the supreme hottness that
embodies the grounds of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
is definitely not time worth spanning.
but chopping tiny trees is definitely expert.
check the deforestation-type teleport:
what a faggot.
awwwww, c'mon.
there's no hate in this heart for the gayness,
and there's definitely no love for soil-depleting baby jerks.
word up.
***********
oat cakes and vietnamese sandwiches are how we round out a day like today.
it's dang cold outside,
and the weather has been threatening to suck even harder since this morning.
good food,
good people,
and good times are gonna happen anyway.
that's the trick, friends-
take the old and busted, the tired and the hurt,
and all the worst parts,
and use 'em to create something elite.
that's the way we doo-doo that make-your-fun-wherever-you-are-type sh!t.
yuuuuuup.
stay ugly, stay dope,
and make the minutes matter a whole mess more for the trouble.
it's all really happening,
and there are kumquats in the fracas, too.
that's taking the fight right to it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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