I got the weed whacker running. It took an hour and a couple YouTubes, but considering that it hasn’t run in a couple years and I am absolutely not mechanically minded, that’s not too bad. I didnt do a ton of trimming with it, but I did cut a path back to the compost and started unearthing the wood piles. I had forgotten how much strain that thing puts on the right elbow. Small increments, only, I guess.

I got some more mowing done, although not that much. I have ALMOST finished the North side of the barn-to-bus area.

Husband got the bat boxes up the other day, so hopefully it won’t take immensely long for a colony to set up shop here. 2 bat boxes, each holding up to 12 bats. Each bat eats up to 1000 insects a night. Which means, assuming we get full occupancy, we have the potential to see 24,000 mosquitos a day removed from the breeding cycle. That would be amazing.

**DRASTIC TOPIC CHANGE**

I like art. Allllll the kinds. Music, dance, poetry (although beat poetry isnt my jam), fibre, textiles, painting, drawing, sculpting…I like it all. I havent met a medium yet that isn’t fun to play with. That doesn’t mean I’m GOOD at it. I dabble. I have fun. I make messes. I learn things.

Given that I packed up my entire household a year and a half ago, and have since lived in cramped or otherwise proscribed spaces, I haven’t had much opportunity lately. And I miss it. So today, I grabbed a sheet of the cheap scratch paper we keep for the kiddos, raided the crayon bin and played with colours for a while.

I don’t usually draw. Things like shadowing and perspective and such are a challenge. But it was a small outlet for the built-up need.

Someday soon, once I can get my hands on a sheet or two of bubble wrap and a little bit of nylon netting, I want to try wet felt. I have everything else I would need for it, and it looks like fun.