Sunrise promised gentle conditions for the encyclopedic list of work I hoped to set in motion around the yard.
(Oh yeah - I now have a yard. You can't hold me, son.)
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| Queue bird-chirping and flute music. |
After puppies were fed, mama had her coffee, and seed starts had their drinks of water, the sun somehow still hadn't made an appearance. After a trip to the hardware store, and yet more coffee... still no sun. About the time I was gathering string and shovel to head to the wheel barrow and start excavating 400 square feet of garden, in it came. The Wind. A miles-wide cloud of dirt not yet root-bound to the ground was raptured toward the heavens, where it caught a 60mph straight-line gust straight to my face.
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| (Aforementioned fat-encrusted sky obliterating view of previously sunrise-lit mountains. Boooo.) |
