In case I need to be a yeoman
While down to the hardware store on a poop run (they sell the stuff by the bag, to enrich the garden to be), I was distracted by the tool selection. And, unable to resist, I brought home yet another implement. In keeping with the quote to turn swords into ploughshares, I’ve decided that should the king call up a citizen army, I have my weapon of choice. Isn’t it awesome?
Actually, the tool spent the afternoon trying to mix those bags of poop into a mixture of peat and other poop. I think it’s a gardener thing. The idea of using ordinary dirt was given short shrift here; we will recreate the wheel, so to speak. At least we will know where our vegetables have come from…
I also took a trip over to the lighthouse today. Still trying to tag a collection of objects from a bygone era. The camera served to capture some labels, so that I can play Tineye or Google Image later this week. I mean, someone must have seen things like this elsewhere. Of the original thirty-plus images, I’ve managed to “explain” better than 80%. Now I’m going for brownie points.
Another squirrel was relocated this evening. Must find some paint, because I suspect that we have returnees. There can’t be that many of the rodents out there. My move distance involves a ten minute car ride, across two watercourses. I’d like to believe I’m doing the right thing. Except, when I look out at the feeders, and the birds are in a holding pattern because four paws trump two claws…
