The Playing Field

Pull up. Clear out. Trash.

After losing my tiny backyard and its menagerie of quirky plants to grief this past spring, I have spent the summer hacking my way back to a blank canvas.

This is a downer of a pursuit, people.

Think about it.

When Nothing is the goal line, what fun is the game?

Oh, well. They’re going to have to drag this nutty carcass off the playing field to make me give up.

Until tomorrow…


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