24 February 2010

Way Too Busy Of Late


I ain't even looked at a computer, really, the last few days. Don't know how much attention I'll pay to the inside thing the next few, either. Got stuffs to do...

Spent the day primarily ripping out established rosemary plants.
Plan on using the bed for summer vegetables-- I hear say the thing is full of sun that time of year.
Bided my time and started [in accordance with Farmers Almanac guidelines], indoors, in peat pots {see 'em, lower right?!?} [so I can get the required weeks' seedlings developed], the tomatoes and cucumbers [and an eggplant or three!!!]. Also been steadily plugging away at the undergrowth out back, wanting to reclaim some area inside the property line for summer lounging, and to keep an eye on future drainage issues/erosion prevention.
Have I mentioned the mess I made of the table for a few days? I mean, the yard I canbeat up well enough-- I'm the out-of-doorsman. The table? Where I should be breaking fast and having my lap warmed by a nice pussy?

Well... no wonder she ain't been 'round of late: No breaking! HAR!!!

Seriously, folks-- my body aches. Hamstrings and lower back ha'e taken a streching and then some the last few days [a few hours' work for barter-- Green Papers for trade-- in Stead of Home work]. My tushie is feeling hill after hill of hauling brush to and fro, up and down, weighted and un...
My hands are cracked-- raw, dry, and pitched...

WHOA!! [Um, by the way--I secretly LOVE this shit! HA!]

And now I gotta haul in pictures to compliment this tripe?

Did I mention the Olympics, by and by-- all the energy expended wondering why Ice Skating judges are so blindly prejudiced [as in 'to pre-judge']?

Well, then... I shant. You seen for yerself, aincha?!?

Slainte, folks. Gotta get some bean soup[told ya... they makes me scrounge here 'bouts...] and prepare for the fishing attack I'm launching the next day or three...
Slainte.

Cygnus

6 comments:

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Ken said...

...don't you ever sleep ???...lol

Stephanie in AR said...

Excuse me while I go mourn the loss of some beautiful rosemary...

I recommend a soak in a warm bath & epsom salts. It's recommended for ballet dancers to help with sore muscles, can't hurt a hard working gardener.

Ever hear of the band Leahy? Class is dancing to Seamus by Leahy. The 7 min version on youtube. (That's the cause of my sore legs & epsom salt bath.)

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

Thank you, miss Crusoe...

I shall endeavor to imbibe of your blog and straighten out some barriers en la langue, non?
Or, maybe I jest had one too many [is there any such thing?] beers...

Slainte, Mademoiselle!

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

Ken-- WHEN??

Did I miss something?

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

The rosemary were properly re-located... least the rootstock was. And an herb garden of future magnifique grandoise shall replace!

Um... in another locale, of course... HA!!

Thanks for chiming in, Steph! I'm going to youtube now...


Massages available here, BTW...!

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