A storm is coming
Thunder on the horizon, damp air caressing my bones. The wind ...
*edit*
Sod the bloody poetry. The storm broke and the wind was strong enough to knock my compost over (fortunately mostly empty) and start blowing things like 2x1 boards and my 8 foot long bamboo mat around. That is brutal.
*edit*
Sod the bloody poetry. The storm broke and the wind was strong enough to knock my compost over (fortunately mostly empty) and start blowing things like 2x1 boards and my 8 foot long bamboo mat around. That is brutal.