my first good backyard
i have to say.... i LOVE my backyard.
it's the first time that i've EVER had a backyard that i truly love (even growing up).
i have always been afraid of living alone because history has proven that i tend to go FUCKING CRAZY if left by myself for too long... but you know what... i can tell that this backyard isn't gonna let that happen. this backyard is wise beyond its years. it reminds me of that field behind the bar at flipside. when you look at that field on mushrooms, you c an tell it has its shit together.
one of these reasons my backyard is grreaaaattt is because it has a creek and a;lthough it's only a small one, it still works. the birds and squirrels put on a fucking CIRCUS show. there's ONE grackel living on the other side of the creek and he's the first grackel i've ever liked. why? because all the squirrels fuck with him and he gets PIIISSEED. he's the straight man. if it weren't for his uptight behavior, the squirrels wouldn't be as funny.
i'm still gonna shoot the grackel though.
most of the yard is enclosed. the left side is blocked by a giant wall of honeysuckle (which needs to be controlled a bit) and the ride side by various flower bushes. the breeze sweeps through while i'm mowing and it feels damned good.
last week i said, "fuck it," and put up a clothes line. my dryer belt needs to be replaced but the belt is costing about as much as the dryer. this clothes line was the best decision ever. i really enjoy the quiet process of putting my clothes out on my clothes line. it's kind of like that calming, zenlike state you get in when you mow. i'll get a dryer before winter but i think i'm gonna leave some crappy clothes on the line just for atmosphere. i definitely need to buy some polka dot knickers and some pajamas with the butt panel.
the sound of the tree tops swishing back and forth in the wind is awesome. it goes best with jimmy buffet or mel torme.
i've been writing more than ever before and it's all because of this backyard. i think i'm gonna have to credit it as a
co-writer. my good friend... the yard. keep up the good work yard. wanna drink some beer with me yard? okay. you get the second cycle of the beer though. sorry. can't waste a new beer on you! you're just a yard!
it's the first time that i've EVER had a backyard that i truly love (even growing up).
i have always been afraid of living alone because history has proven that i tend to go FUCKING CRAZY if left by myself for too long... but you know what... i can tell that this backyard isn't gonna let that happen. this backyard is wise beyond its years. it reminds me of that field behind the bar at flipside. when you look at that field on mushrooms, you c an tell it has its shit together.
one of these reasons my backyard is grreaaaattt is because it has a creek and a;lthough it's only a small one, it still works. the birds and squirrels put on a fucking CIRCUS show. there's ONE grackel living on the other side of the creek and he's the first grackel i've ever liked. why? because all the squirrels fuck with him and he gets PIIISSEED. he's the straight man. if it weren't for his uptight behavior, the squirrels wouldn't be as funny.
i'm still gonna shoot the grackel though.
most of the yard is enclosed. the left side is blocked by a giant wall of honeysuckle (which needs to be controlled a bit) and the ride side by various flower bushes. the breeze sweeps through while i'm mowing and it feels damned good.
last week i said, "fuck it," and put up a clothes line. my dryer belt needs to be replaced but the belt is costing about as much as the dryer. this clothes line was the best decision ever. i really enjoy the quiet process of putting my clothes out on my clothes line. it's kind of like that calming, zenlike state you get in when you mow. i'll get a dryer before winter but i think i'm gonna leave some crappy clothes on the line just for atmosphere. i definitely need to buy some polka dot knickers and some pajamas with the butt panel.
the sound of the tree tops swishing back and forth in the wind is awesome. it goes best with jimmy buffet or mel torme.
i've been writing more than ever before and it's all because of this backyard. i think i'm gonna have to credit it as a
co-writer. my good friend... the yard. keep up the good work yard. wanna drink some beer with me yard? okay. you get the second cycle of the beer though. sorry. can't waste a new beer on you! you're just a yard!
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