I drink a-lawn? Nobody knows the trouble I seed? I’m too tired for clever titles. Help me out here, kids.
It rained this weekend, but I was undaunted. I tilled in the rain, making adobe in the tines with the weeds and grass mixed in. I raked the churned mud smooth, and, late in the day, handed the land over to Bridgette for seeding. We threw 309 crocus, scillia, and windflower bulbs around and planted them where they fell, which should look nice in the spring.
Then there was collapse. When we were mobile again, we began to catch up on weeks of housework. There’s still much to do, but the toxic parts are sanitary again.
And tonight, for the first time in many days, I had the energy left after dark to sit down and write.
That is exactly what I did.
No schedule. No required word count. I had the time, I sat down, I worked until I was tired. I’ll probably do it again tomorrow.
Night In The Lawn-Sown October? Hm.
EDIT: 52 hours after sowing, I am able to crouch in the rain with my flashlight and count eight soft green needles of new grass. I declare this a park, here and now. I’m going to go have ice cream.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry