rock/salt

Unlike my industrious and optimistic friend E., I take no satisfaction from yardwork. The grapevines will grow back, more garlic mustard will spout (apparently from nowhere), the uncounted millions of seeds shed by the local maples will all sprout, most of them in my yard, or so it seems when I work on pulling them.

But when the grapevines are going to bring the telephone wires down, it really is time to whack them back. For the moment.

Same windowsill as pictured yesterday.......