You know that garden shed that appeared in some of the orchard pictures? Jon built it for us quite a while back and a good shed it is.
Like most sheds and their smaller inside counterparts, closets, the stuff fairy goes around sprinkling this and that until one day, ten years later, you discover a no longer usable space. In and out of the shed for the last couple of years I have thought, clean this up.
So, this morning I did. I hauled out old garden implements, discovered a big pipe wrench nearly dissolved by oxidation, pitched various sorts of garden detritus and opened up a large space in the shed. I needed to store the six bales of hay I bought last Saturday. Room to spare.
My right hand has a large bruise where the IV went in for my anesthetics last Wednesday. As I look at it, it reminds me of hospital patients I visited during my days in the active ministry, especially older patients whose skin seemed to take a bruise and keep it awhile.