Run Fox Run

It’s the cutting edge, spoken word, poetry slam, oral art, avante garde interpretation of the Wonder Pets call to arms.

Leda will next be working on a dramatic reading of the poems of Ezra Pound:

“…A child - so high - you are,

And all this is folly to the world. ”

From A Girl by E. Pound

Today brought the first big snow of the season.  We had nowhere to go but outside.

My good friend Lance. He means well. And I couldn’t resist. 

Today is the first for fall cleanup. Most of the leaves are down and our town collects the leaves (i.e. sucks them up with a truck mounted vacuum from the sidewalk) every two weeks. Thus, we’re tasked with getting the leaves from the backyard to the front. Normally this takes me about 30 minutes. Today it took approximately one hour… likely due to the help (see above). Once the leaves are raked, they must be jumped in. Then re-raked and re-jumped. It’s a long process. Eventually the piles of leaves have to be moved to the front. They travel by bin. 

Some of my best friends also travel by bin. Someone has to tamp down the leaves, you know.

This was what happened when I told them to say, “Hi Kirby!”