Organizing Chaos

Retirement is exhausting. My beautiful pile of rubbish has been turned into a ridiculous collection of ceramic pots. There are a few cracked pots among them.

















Where did all these pots come from? I swear they must be mating in the shrubbery and giving birth to baby pots. I know there are still more out there to be found.











It is a bit like untangling a big giant hairball stuck in a drain pipe so that all this stuff can flow up the drive way and out of my life.

Dear Gardening Gods of the mountain holler please cast an anti-stuff spell on me as quick as can be.