I spent some time on the garage roof today.
Lots of leaves on both sides.
The wind has cleared some of the roof.
After raking, I need a time out resting on the roof.
Peaceful up there.
I think of all kinds of wonderful things
to write about the meaning of life.
But they are gone.
Same thing happens before I go to sleep.
I need to keep a notepad by the bed
or a digital voice recorder.
Time to get down.
The chickens were watching me
while they were relaxing in the sunshine.
Next I cut a Christmas tree.
Then I put a new head on the scarecrow.
Then I hurt my back carrying the tree.
Report and photos tomorrow,
in order not to lose it all.