There is tremendous satisfaction from pulling weeds out of the soil. Backbreaking and endless the chore, but it always gives me a sense of triumph.
My yard is a series of rooms..flung around the edges of the lawn. Tearing the roots of thistles, bind-weed, wild grasses single-minded in the sun and the heat. (I love the sun and the heat. Love it!)
I ripped and tore with tremendous concentration–covering 1/2 acre…stopping only at the end of the day.
feeling the soil give up the stubborn root; the foe lying defeated in my wheelbarrow
The farm yard felt calm and empty as I worked. Pleasant, peaceful, healing!
(some of the above photos were taken previously, as is this one)
I still have the east side of the house to do, but today is Sunday. And it’s trying to rain. I played hookey (just this morning) from changing water, letting Terry get the early morning sets! I’ll be back out there at noon and beyond. Right now I’m taking a wee break!
I love the silence of solitude.