Yea, it is fertile soil.
A younger willow tree, on the edge of the receding creek
The Debco lads cut the willow tree down today. It was was cut so that a 'levy' bank could be created in its place - to protect our current Workshop A and the one we will soon be building: Workshop B from flash flooding.
I had heated words with the Machinist, 'cos in my mind's eye, all I could see was a levy mound, - the height of our back corrugated fence. I imagined that this newly formed mound would create a 'leg over' for any adventurous creek-dwelling snake (not that snakes have legs). The Machinist informed me that he was going to build a new (higher) fence. I knew that his new fence wouldn't come in the near future, - not for some time, in fact and in the meantime, reptile migration would be in full force.
I panicked.
He was adamant.
I angered.
He angered.
I retreated to the house.
Not long after, he followed.
I put the kettle on.
He explained that the mound would be the same height as our rear orchard bed. Two mounds, the same height with a corrugated (cemented in) fence between them.
We had coffee.
All was well.
It still is.
Good night.
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