My wife forced me at trowel-point to work in the lawn this morning. We’ve got a big patch that was torn up by a backhoe in order to replace a broken water line, and she bought a lot of topsoil that needed to be spread over it, and we got some prairie wild grass and flower seed that we sowed over it.
My boots were caked with mud, clay, and gravel. My back is aching. I’m sweaty and dirty. I think I’ll go walk a kilometer or two and hope I can scrape off some of the residue.
Look at it this way, you’re a couple inches taller now.
And 10 pounds heavier!
You could leave them in the middle of town somewhere…
We could do with some more nice wet mud around here. Spring in Germany is supposed to be cool and wet, this year we have been at risk for forest fires for weeks!
“It’s a rough season for Boots”.
I know, ever since Dora the Explorer fired him, it’s been one long downward spiral.
I just spread some artificial fertilizer at the ditches adjacent to my place of work. Various work at the place had left big patches of bare earth and I want to encourage the land to self-heal. I will top it up with seed mixtures once the rains arrive.
This is a good time before the mosquitos arrive. After that, summer is just a long wait for fall.
I enjoyed the earlier boot meditation here. This one wasn’t as poetic, but damn, that’s some mud in this latest entry.
PZ, working in your yard, all you accumulate on your boots is mud. And, it is both productive and cathartic work.
However, If you were in washington d.c., you would have a lot of repug crap on your boots. tRUMP and the rest of those chicken-hawk, chtristo-fascist miscreants throw massive amounts of shit at the wall just to see what sticks and it must slide down and cover the floor. I guess that’s why we are in such deep shit!
Just had to post this for PZ to see after he gets back from his walk:
https://www.earth.com/news/martian-rock-spherules-look-like-a-nest-of-spider-eggs-perseverance-st-pauls-bay/