I build this thing behind the shirt with bricks my neighbours couldn’t use anymore.
It’s a sort of the front of a boat. That’s what it reminds me of.
There is probably a name for it, but I really don’t know about that.
Although I just finished reading Moby Dick.
Each year some bricks fall down. That’s because of the cats that think my garden is their domain.
I don’t agree with them.
& Each spring I trie to put those bricks back.
But repairing my ‘boat’ is waking up toads, sleeping underneath them during the winter.
That’s always the time of the year I decide not to dare to enter my garden again for the rest of the year.