Field and ex-farm

Orchard field view

Our clothes line has been down since the other clothes-line post rotted at the base and no longer stood upright. The remaining post has become a sculpture, bearing mosses and enterprising spiders.

Somehow, other chores keep rising to the top of the to-do list, and the sculpture remains. We hang the wet stuff inside.

Where the tent is. I’ll take that down tomorrow, and maybe replace it with swim-wet gear.