Victory is ours once again! We returned to the scene of Friday's battle against the buckthorn and slew great swathes of the enemy. I personally eliminated five hostile battalion commanders* and their attendants. I could not have performed my duties without the guidance and training provided by our most excellent sergeant nor without my stalwart comrades in arms.
Stomping through the battlefield with saw and clippers reminded me of my childhood spent stomping through imaginary battlefields with sticks and ... other sticks. Every moment I smelled cedar, I was propelled back through the corridors of memory. My brothers and I roamed all over the fields and forests of Door County. I could feel the tensions of the last few weeks fading away with each intake of breath. Every squelchy step in the flooded forest left angry emotions stuck in the mud and detritus. Every buckthorn hewn down was a satisfying accomplishment, something that has been particularly absent in my life of late.
*These were fruiting buckthorn, about 1-2.5 inches in width. Without my dad's knee-high boots, I would not have been able to get to three of them because they were too close to the overflowing creek. Thanks, Dad!
8 comments:
perhaps you have found your new calling in life...hard, physical labor. desk jobs are for pansies.
Are you playing with guns again?
I just found out my GF emailed a guy about doing this all summer since she didn't get funding for her research.
Would doing this every day for 3 months destroy you physically?
Her research? What is this you speak of dEn? You are such a complex dude...
dEN, for the first month or so, YES.
After the 2nd to 3rd month? SUPER BUFF GIRLFRIEND.
I am with mdhatter on this one.
If I were to stay where I was, I would likely lose rather a lot of The Genius' Unnecessary Poundage and become much more resistant to mosquitoes.
There is something about the cedar, dark woods and white stones up there that makes me super nostalgic. Which is why I'm trying to get all my friends up there each summer for a Gathering.
A magical gathering?
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