....of OutHouses and Septic’s Galore
....and so while walking through this break in a stone wall, i spied into the life of one such as i, where have all your sayings of yesterday gone, when one such as i walks into your scrapbook of life imagined images….
—-no leaf falling to the earthen floor of my domain, screamed so loud from it’s palace of branches throne, as when it settled to fathom the amazing amassing of culture exchange, that is being written as i speak of wind swept leaves their story to tell….
—-of all the screaming i have heard in this forest of green and weathered scarlet thread, i now know that there is the screaming awakening of a remembered foliation, that comes to mind as one now hears the tell-tell tale coming of boots on clay, that are gathering the much needed and sought after attentions of mulch’s dna’s….
....no leaf that is overturned on forest floor, will ever go silent into the night, without the vibrations of this disturbing being felt, amongst the universe of an all-might’s all in all….
This is one of my bigger//smaller projects for the coming summer. Have I told you yet of some of my projects that are in the works around here. Well first there is the …., ....., ...............and then we finally get to this one, so come along and take a short walk with me out in the woods and lets see what is going on.
....walking through the break in the stone wall, we travel down this driveway of dirt and green….
....breathing deeply we can smell the birches and what about the smell of fresh cut pine. Yes, now you’ve got the idea….reach out and touch that birch there on the left….
....winding around to the left we feel the softness of the fresh tracked wealth of brown terra that loams beneath our feet as we start to ascend….
....ah yes, one cat to lighten the load and make the worker’s back feel so much lighter….
....and then we sidetracked and climb up higher, while once again remembering those sandboxes of childhood dreams and now that we are older and bigger, so have our sandboxes increased in size….boys will be boys and men still play with toys….
....well descending now back to the heart of the situation, we are now standing where a soon to be septic and leech field will go in place….
....and yes, there on the right is our golden olden past form of sewage exchange which will still be kept for those moments of a remembered past….
Thank you for coming along and sharing this walk with me and may your day today be filled with all the very goodness that belongs to you!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/