Mud. Muck. Mulch. Mow.
That’s been the theme of the last few days. More skidding in the mud (will I ever learn?) and trying to mow over ruts in the lawn that haven’t been filled in. The more I look at the whole lawn expanse, the more exasperated I get. It feels like a losing battle. Heaven knows if the seed will germinate. But you know what? I’m going to leave it all for the time being. Can Don be trusted to water? I’m not entirely convinced he can. Rain is forecast for at least 3 days next week, so that helps!
Mulching is done with, for the time being. I don’t remember finding anything but mulch in the mulch before, but this year I’ve found some interesting things. I’ve found a piece of red plastic, a little nozzle, and this:
It’s made of some sort of clay/ceramic. Initially, it was completely covered with dirt. Whatever it is, it’s broken off at the neck.
This is a bit blurry, but here it is cleaned up a little. Is this a swami/genie kind of thing? Or is that a bun in the back? I don’t think it is old, but who knows? If you look at the first photo, there is a smaller piece under the neck – was it a bottle stopper or was there a cloth body attached?
Any ideas? It’s intriguing.
I have to get going as I’m off to Manhattan this early morning.
