It took about three weeks, but it's finished. The goal was to rip out the backyard, extend the patio and put in all native Mojave desert plants. It may look a little sparse right now, but in a year or two I expect it to be a desert wildflower hummingbird and butterfly Mecca (except my house doesn't have half the corruption, oil, or influence on the US federal government as Saudi Arabia). Anyway, the yard was completed with love alone. Each plant was cradled and planted with the most tender of care. Each stone was laid with purpose. Each cactus clipping was stolen in the middle of the night with the most stealth. The flowers were selected based on me having wildflowers year around. The research and self education that it took to learn about desert southwestern soils and plants was sizable. So far, only one plant has died. I had him pegged as quitter from the beginning and frankly, the yard is stronger with his absence.
In class the other day while talking about the 1920s and machines:
Teacher: "What can people do that machines can't do?"
Student: (has a look on her face as though she had just discovered The Way and speaks with a passion) - "Robots don't have feelings."
Clearly, she had not seen Terminator 2 or 3 and is far too young to have remembered Johnny 5.
2 comments:
Nice work. I am sure it is a great feeling to have it done.
Finally a refernce that I get, Johnny5.
its been a really long time since I have seen any baby pictures. Come on, let get on the ball! Its not like you are busy or anything. Its time for a new post.
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