You don’t know how it grew there You don’t remember planting it It clawed up through the ground, the bear Too large, too red, it doesn’t fit You have those times, your fists are balled You want to drive but the road blocked A “wall of suck” is what its called And its standing in your garden, rocked You can go right over, but you cannot go around You can smash and dash right through the thing But it takes so much effort to prep the ground Sometimes you just grab your hair and sing Why can’t I just be like the rest Why can’t I just walk around Why do I have to go right through this pest Why can’t I control the garden ground But you can you see, I believe it so I refuse to accept the wall is fixed Maybe I will build a ladder, or no I will just make sure all walls are nixed.

So you want to change yourself tomorrow, in just a single day? You may find just one to be made out of steel, rather than simply out of clay. To soften the rock you need to soak it so why not just take some time? Plan to get better, plan to do it. To think and follow through, you’ll be fine.

It was raining pretty heavily today, but that was nice. It was needed. The wildfire smoke had been fouling up the air for a week or two now. The rain will help wash it away. Michael was outside hosing off his car in the rain. He knew that if you let ash-water pool on the paint it can cause issues, so he always hosed his car off when the rains came after the smoke season.

Marla sat outside on the stairs that led up to her deck. “What the heck was that?” she thought. Whatever it was had made her dog bark something fierce. It was going off like the milkman walked right into the kitchen to use the fridge. The barking had calmed down by now, but Marla could see that something had been on the deck. There were piles of little brown pellets all over the deck.