Looking Back

It was hot yesterday, as in, find some shade and absorb it. The old wooden bench that once lived on Elijah's old porch is now in a different spot, one of the afternoon shady areas. I stretched out on it and remembered the year I slept on it the first time I came out here to visit. Under my eyelids a movie played, remembering what it was like back then. No tiny cabin, no yurt, no fence, no gardens. And a big pile of strange metal parts and pieces. It was time to do some yard meanderings.

The old boat is still waiting for the river to rise.

Long time blog readers might remember the giant pile of bits and pieces I sorted through years ago.

This was after pulling most of it out from under the madrone tree.
Incredibly, this was sorted. In some way.

This is all that's left today

The old truck is still in the tree. Or the tree is still in the old truck. Or both.

A few bits of the old farm machinery is still around as well.

A serious mixer

Pretty simple

Lots of ouch capacity here

But today is a new day! Another sunrise, another Sunday Funday. Going back is enjoyable, going forward is the adventure. Be here now.

Have a salubrious Sunday! Do something shining.