Worst of all, look and plan.
Does this obsession ever stop?
When you think the greenery is 'just so' you have to maybe do this or that.
The plants are a collective that maybe can do without you, but you can't help yourself.
More plants. Always more plants.
Never too many.
I look out back and see so many meals. My backyard will always be alive in my stomach.
Much as I appreciate mammals and defer to folks penchant for positioning garden figurative ornaments, I think that the creatures who concern me the most, are earthworms.
They are my partner in life. Outside of the Missus of course. I can't see them unless I dig for them, but your everyday earthworm is a quiet beast which does its digestive best 'eating' its way through my dirt and making it better.
How about that!
I just, more or less, throw things at it.
Here. Bon appetit!
Indeed, aside from the planting and pulling, all I seem to do is invest the occasional stick into garden maintenance. I have bamboo poles that have lasted me years. 5 metres plus they are. I never have enough and even small sticks cut from whatever tree is cut back I use in the garden to mark planted spots or stake a newcomer.
Then as they age, they too rot and are eaten.
Yes I am a stick man. I respect sticks like I do earthworms.
Weird. Instead of 'sticks and stones' -- what about 'sticks and worms'?
the way of the stick.
Outback, walk softly and carry a stick. I do. It is the only way.
Some folk talk to the trees, but I draw wisdom in parts.
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