Thursday, July 10, 2008

Yard

I spent a lot of time this week tromping along behind this little machine here. Tromp. Tromp. Tromp.


It’s a little machine, isn’t it?

Compared to all this yard?


This is the orchard, and in case you miss the topography for all the lush vegetation, that there is a hill. I didn’t miss it. Though I wished I could have.


(That's The Baby Nickel down yonder, fiddling with the gas tank. Mr. Handsome is convinced that he's going to the the one to blow himself up, the way he's drawn to gasoline and tanks.)

And that wooden structure there (the beginnings of a fort—use your imagination) is close to the ground on the one end. It doesn’t move when you hit it. With your head.


I have several days off before I have to do it all over again.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Mama JJ,

    Did you guys make the swing? I would love to put one like that out in our back yard.

    Kate

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  2. The frame was sitting in the yard of someone that Mr. Handsome was working for. The man offered it to us, but we didn't have space for it then. So three years later, Mr. H went back and asked if it was still available and it was. We had to buy the swings and chains and such, but it was still an incredible find. Makes me feel like a regular ol' school marm.

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