Never Go On Vacation

One of he things that a person cannot do if they own a bit of land is to go on vacation. When I was carefree and living in an apartment going away had zero consequences other than perhaps a forgotten cup of tea going moldy on a kitchen counter. If you have land when you return after just one week what had been garden will have had some sort of strangler vine take over, been succeeded by tropical trees, and now be protected habitat for a troop of baboons.

Well actually it will just be bindweed and two foot tall amaranth, but practically the same thing. And the colonies of hornets or western yellow jackets are as bad as any group of aggressive primates as the stings you get as you try to clear the near scrub itch like the dickens. (Really, wasp stings are only about as bad as a burr thorn stuck in a tender part except for the potential for a lingering itch.) 

Also my home is a pit due to failing at housework, due in part to trying to get my territory in order before I left for a week. It makes me feel quiet hapless to have my home in such a state of disorder. Fortunately I have one of the greatest friends in the history of friendship, Fearless Leader came to help me a week ago on Sunday night and now the front room is passable. 

Since then forward momentum has been difficult to maintain. Also I had this post in my iPod for a week and did not post. There may have been a slight whiff of sloth about me... Okay perhaps a bit mor than that. On the other hand mead got bottled and a second batch was started, so life is all right.