So yesterday I went walking with the dogs and brought a canvas bag along for hauling cow bones. I first gathered the bones that were sticking up from the dry grass first and then rooched around with a rib to locate the buried ones. When I got the bag as stuffed as I could get it, the dogs and I set off for home.
|Bone transport to orchard garden|
Bones are heavy -- really heavy. I tried walking with the bag in my left hand. Then in my right hand. Then on my shoulder. Finally I slung the bag over my back and there it was easier to carry. However, the bump-bump-bumping of those knobbly bones left bruises all over my lower back. I can say I suffered pain for my art. Whatever.
|The bones -- now in the orchard garden|
My grand idea is to construct a low rock wall - 3 or 4 foot - at the base of the upper garden fence. Then I will (somehow) attach the bones to the wire fence above the wall, where they will serve as art and a fireproof source of a little shade. This last is important because there is an electrical pole with a transformer right there and we can have nothing flammable within 30 feet of it.
This is sorta-kind-of my idea for the bones. Somehow to be wired to the fence so that they can be seen and appreciated. My hope is that this will not look ghoulish and bizarre, but natural and "right." We'll see.
I must build the wall first. A job for this evening, now that the sun has set and the temperature is at last under 100 degrees. Once again I'm reminded that I'm not in Northern Germany anymore. Sniff.