A Day's Work

I need to figure out how to get some photos on my blog. I worked hard today mostly pulling weeds and cleaning out the back area of the house where I started planting hostas and other plants that like the shade. I'd like it if things were instantaneously filled in and beautiful, but it doesn't happen that way now does it?  In looking at parts of it now, it does look nice. Especially the area I planted 3 yrs ago. It really didn't take that long to fill in. I crab and complain and my hands hurt but it's not so bad when I look at everything at the end of the day. I was going to call it my memory garden and still do. I've put out some things that I've found that were a part of my youth.
Hidden behind some bleeding heart is an old typewriter. No one of a youthful age would even know what a typewriter is let alone how to use it. I rather like the computer keyboard and how easily it corrects errors and spelling. There are some milk cans out there that remind me of life on the farm when the milkman came and picked up the cans and took them to the creamery in town. I remember riding with "Rudy" as he made his  morning stops. My goodness what parent nowadays would let there daughter ride around with the milkman?!
There is a chicken waterer for baby chicks that we had. There is an old electric roaster. Oh, and I found some silo staves from our old silo at the family farm. I'm using them for steps and other things. So you see the gardens are a lot like my mind sometimes just wandering about.
What do I do while pulling and hoeing weeds you ask? Lately I've been into listening to classic country but sometimes I have on "Oldies but Goodies" and sometimes I listen to public radio. Lots of times I dream about what it will look like when done or what more I can put in. There are times when I get melancholy. Usually after spending too much time in the sun and I start to wonder, "What's it all for?" It's about this time when the cats find me and give me a boost. Or, a woodpecker drums nearby and makes me pause or like today, Ms K calls me to come see the bald eagle flying overhead but by the time I get my ass from a bending position and  moving, I've missed it. It would be wise at that point to stop for a beer but no, I carry on.

The weeding is done and tomorrow it will be time to mow. Always something isn't it? The weather was perfect today and will be tomorrow as well. Now, to figure out this picture thing. Well, it appears I have accomplished said mission. WL