Here’s some news that you all missed out on because I was too busy detailing the many books I’ve been reading:
At last week’s fahr I burned the shit out of my right wrist by resting it on one of the rocks that line the fire pit.Â It is now regrowing new skin and itches like a mofo, but at least I won’t have to band-aid it for much longer.Â I’d put a picture up, but that would negate Purpose Two of wearing a band-aid.Â Purpose One is of course to prevent infection.Â Purpose Two is to save other people from having to look at the part of me that is blistered and charred.
There are no fahrs for the foreseeable future because practically the whole state of Michigan is under a burning ban.Â This is the driest Spring I can remember. . . of course, we may have had drier Springs when I was a wee lass, but I wasn’t really paying attention back then, ya know?Â Those of you who still feel like visiting on Friday nights are welcome to come over and play board games, talk, or stare blankly at us.
We are buying the property adjacent to our lot and the piece that runs behind the house down to the creek.Â This is actually the biggest news, and the happiest for us, since we’ve wanted that property as a sort of buffer zone.Â We certainly do not want anyone putting a house up next door, or strangers wandering around in back with guns, going after the turkeys, deer, and bobcat that roam freely down below.Â The total amount of new land is 2.3 acres, but only about 0.3 acres is road front.Â The rest is all behind our current property, which I’ve thus far called “the ravine”.
Here’s some pictures to look at, if you feel so inclined.Â When you click the links, the images will load in the same window, so just click “Back” to return to the entry.
This is the part of the new property that abuts the road, as seen when you’re standing in front of our garage, facing the road, and looking to the right.Â You can see that the property line is clearly defined by lots of weeds, and also you can see the rickety-ass windmill, which [boi] assures me will be coming down.
This is what the road-abutting new property looks like when you’re standing on the road, looking at it.Â It’s a mess with burrs and pricker bushes, and a big, unexplained pile of dirt.
This is the small beach at the creek, which is the very back of the new property.Â Once the sale is complete, our property will end at the creek.
This is the creek itself, very low due to the whole no rain thing.
Standing at the creek, looking back up towards the house.
This is a little hill that I call the Indian Burial Mound, even though I know it’s no such thing.
Some critter built a den right where the slope starts, in the back right corner of our current lot.Â I think it’s a racoon, but there’s no knowing since it never shows its face.
My peony bush is pushing up sprouts.
So is my English Lavendar.
Here is what happens when chipmunks are given free rein in a yard.Â Little dipshits burrowed right up through one of my hosta.Â The plant seems to be nonchalant, since it is sending up shoots.
The Man and Chris play with a new shipment of dollies.
Fate, looking particulary robust.Â She was not too happy when the flash went off.
Destiny, showing off her two greatest talents:Â laying around on furniture, and licking her nose.