And spray painted the wooden back to the side porch, after removing evil ivy early this morning.
We sat out the other evening, bringing out an insistent Eleanor. She sat on the edge of the mosquito netting and only slowly found the catnip plant.
She's been very cuddly with me this morning, head butting into my breast and suckling. "I'm feeling stressed, will you be my mom? Just for a little bit?"
"I'm not your mother, but I love you, so nuzzle in."
She is my cat, and still will not tolerate being reached for from above, even from me. "No, no, nononononono... running away!!"
Watched a yellow jacket and a moth in a struggle for life vs. meal. Each about the same size. Wasp holding on for nourishment "You aren't going to live long anyhow!" and moth fluttering madly, intermittently, for another moment of life. I watched as they struggled in the Thyme, interested. So must the gods see us, in a pointless fight for another moment, when so many earlier moments have already been wasted.
I sit and watch the finches in the sunflowers, the whole yard a bird feeder. I stood, reaching up my arms fully, and only got this close.
I don't think the saints get any closer, they just know how far away the utter truth lies.
My arms are tired and fatigued, what Drill Sergeant Burrell chanted at us, "Noodle arms, noodle arms!" A productive morning, but I can no longer hold.
Another day this week, off work, and so much I want to do. May discuss the stripping process, Fresca.
Fuckin' finally.
4 comments:
That evil ivy stood no chance. Nice colour for the fence.
This reminds me, I need to go cut back the ivy in the neighboring yard (the formerly (?) troubled rooming houw)... I do it almost every year, when it starts to pull down the lilac tree, because no one else does, and it would kill the lilac.
P.S. Oh, and yes, please tell me about stripping wood, when you get a chance.
As I write, a workman is taking out the old windows in my apartment and taking them away to get new... runners (? the things that make the windows go up and down) so they'll fit in the windowsills better,
but the landowner and I still have to strip and repaint the wood ourselves.
Looks like A BIG Pain, honestly.
Phil,
No, but it is off sulking and plotting for next year.
Fresca,
It's a quite nasty invasive. Oh, yeah, that place, I remember your stories about them. I actually rather like the stripping. And if you are going to paint after, that makes it much easier. Spring for a cheap heat gun and a scraper (see next post) and it really won't be as hard as you fear. Although it can also melt the caulk around the glass, so that's a different consideration.
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