Spring Journals

Martin just finished stacking enormous rocks near posts that will become our short, side garden fence. These rocks are HUGE, each one won with sweat and a great deal of grunting last summer when he and my brother-in-law heaved them out of a state forest (they had a permit, of course, likely the only 'rock-picking' permit issued last year).

After a day of newspapering and mulching beds, I was covered with a fine layer of black dust, which I finally and gratefully washed down the drain. Showers must be one of life's finest pleasures. And now I am listening to a maddening fly and trying to build up enough gumption to fit in a little more work tonight--this time on the computer on a story that was just accepted provided I revise a few things. I would have had it done by now if it weren't for the long beautiful sunny days.

Here are a pictures of a few journals I've received this spring with my work printed inside them. The links to the websites are below right under "My Scribblings."

No. Gumption.