Too tumultuous, once boundary less and I looked at the

Rotted laundry pins holders.

Fence gates now smoldered in to ash and perfect for hickory chips of the wood they were made out of ?

Why hickory?

And that’s what I knew then was scrap wood in my yard before the square was plotted.

Perfect eminence.

I had to keep that up but improve the soil.

Dustbowl fears and I always wanted to toil at land-warrior status.

My mind always drifts in my mornings of wake up and –