In between stitching sessions I've been working on some trail blazing and as I approached the rapidly diminishing mulch pile for the umpteenth time I had a Close Encounters moment ...
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| Okay, I confess ... I stretched the image up a bit for emphasis |
Visions of Richard Dreyfuss making mashed potato renderings of Devils Tower danced in my head ...
Go look on YouTube, you know you want to. I'll wait.
So anyway, the mulch pile has been shrinking because I've been on a mission to make the pathway safer between our house and our neighbors' ... one two-by-three foot tub-full at a time ...
Slowly, but surely covering over twenty yards of rocky, rutted ground with a four-inch layer of chipped wood and brush, give or take an inch ...
All the while thinking about "Good fences make good neighbors" from Robert Frost's poem Mending Wall. A saying which is is ambiguously received in the poem because "something there is that doesn't love a wall."
Fortunately, we have the right kind of good neighbors and this I know for certain because "there where we do not need the wall" there is instead a gap ...
Fortunately, we have the right kind of good neighbors and this I know for certain because "there where we do not need the wall" there is instead a gap ...
... into which I have now laid a seventy foot welcome mat.
Of course it would figure after I hauled and leveled the last load of mulch, Don mused, "Do you think we should have asked them first?"
