random gardener

Here's the bridle trail. If you sit still for a long time, you can sometimes catch the elusive miniature pony that has carved this trail with it's own little blood, sweat, and tears.

the rock pile A.K.A. "Chipmunk's Hide-a-way"

I think this rock pile is both a health hazard and a little eco system. who knows what the rocks hold within?


Lois's Sty
She wallows in the afternoon sun


The Chop Down


The chop down from a different view

The Front Yard, where I show my "good side" to the world.

i am the random gardener.

the yard remains a disaster no matter how much time i spend there. today i haphazardly cut down a nine foot tall shrub. it has probably been here since the house was built. once i cut it into bits of assorted sizes with various gardening tools, i realized that i have no way of disposing of it. then i decided to rest for a while and i feel asleep in a lawn chair reading a book. At this time, the yard continues to bear the mark of the Random Gardener. And it wears the mark with pride.