Remember the Kingdome implosion?

I love how there are places on our land that I haven't discovered yet. Not that our land is so huge, only 5 acres, but it is convulted enough in shape that I hadn't seen this particular corner before. Two huge trees stood with their feet in the creek. OUR trees? Well, they're in our fence, so yes. I couldn't believe I'd missed them. One looks like an oak, and the other a birch. Both are huge, much bigger than Bill and Pat. I saw a birdhouse under them but couldn't reach it because I don't know how to spring over the creek without getting wet.

The other day my man pointed at an unusual stump and said, "Has that always been there?" and I said, "Yah, but isn't it cool how we keep discovering new things on our land?"

Today I got a lot done, and I'm too exhausted to cook dinner - so I put two boxes of fish sticks in the oven and that's gonna be it. I feel like I'm permanently attached to the floor as I sit in front of this laptop - all my mobility for the day is expired. What did I accomplish?

Finally my green house is no longer green, it's clear again. It took me forever - 4 separate days - of scrubbing the walls with a broom, icky algae water dripping down on me, running down my arm disgustingly, and I finally got it done today. I stood back to check my work, and realized now that it's clean, anyone walking by can see a dim outline of everything in there. Yes that's a lawn mower. Please don't steal it!

I brought up all the Fushia plants from the cellar to place in the greenhouse, now that it's sparkling clean. I don't understand this indoor wintering thing, but the plants have weak white leaves on them now, and I'm sure they're happy to get under some actual daylight finally.

I'm not sure if strawberries come back, but I put them in there too.

Next I went up in my barn's loft and tried to bring down an enormous bag of ?? I honestly don't know. It's powder of some sort, with tiny white balls in it that blow around. Funnily, when I read the label, it said "Horse feed" !!! No, nothing turns horsefeed to white powder. What is that stuff!? There was so much of it, and the horse feed bag was all ripped up, so I had to try to put it in a new garbage bag, and get it down the ladder that way. Well it was way too heavy so I lowered it carefully, carefully, not carefully enough! POOF it was just like when they blew up the Kingdome in Seattle. Remember that? The entire downtown area was filled with fine white powder. It was billowing out of my barn, around the corner, across the street, a huge cloud of it, and over the fields. I was so embarrassed. I expected to hear sirens - it looked like my barn was on fire. Or being imploded. I was covered in white from head to foot, I couldn't see, my glasses were white too. Gasping for air, I considered my next step. The bag of doom was balancing precariously on this brickpile I'd made against the barn, and it had torn on its way down. Any movement at all caused another huge dust cloud. The ground was totally white, everything was white. Crap. I went to our ever-expanding junk pile (as we find more and more things left behind by the S's), and brought some desk drawers out and placed them below the bag, and let some powder fall in. Well that was dumb - it repeated the original explosion effect and another enormous dust cloud wafted across the street, over the fields. Oh dear. The firemen are really gonna come...

Now I have all this powder in drawers and ripped bags, and I'm not sure what it is. Mr S probably felt quite proud that he sold the house without dealing with that mess. We'll see what happens. We'll see if my lungs close up tonight as I try to sleep (yeesh!).

I hammered in tiny wooden stakes all over my field, to help the fence people know exactly where to build. Buffy would be proud at my staking skills. We'll give the fence builders a meter or two leeway in either direction, we're trying to make it easy for them. The owner of No. 72 was there collecting branches that still lay on our field, from when they had all those poplars taken down. Our field is a MESS. It's been totally torn up from the poplars being dragged across it. It's a mud field, about 1/3 of our pasture. But we still have plenty left that is good, whew.

I planted all my balcony plants in the ground. That feels so good - I know that all my plants really want to live in the earth, but they were apartment plants so they couldn't. Now they get their wish. It feels good! I also planted our Christmas tree out there on our hang. It looks so pretty! It's surrounded by snow bells (?), those little white european flowers that herald the change of season. I love them.

I have some nice pictures of our junk pile but you really don't want to see that do you?