The last of the "recycled" bricks.

Filled with leaves to compost for now it will become a springtime raised bed of peppers and tomatoes and whatever else tickles my fancy. I'm taking a class on the 6th so we'll see how right or wrong I've got it.

Even birds need a rainy day place to hang.

Pandora gets a perfect sky for her evening stroll.

Hey diddle diddle, the cats in the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.

In this case, the horse jumped over the fence. Really, just out there in the middle of nowhere en-route to Waldo.

A perfect pile of construction swag.

I loaded the trunk with the help of JoAnn and Jocelyn. Three times. I love trash.
The stockpile. A work in progress.The finished product.

Bill's skully ball.

Named for Dana I suppose.