Out Back

Out back is where my garden, my blueberries, my little dusty crowded shop, and my aquaculture projects are located.

Outback is where I can be found whenever time allows.
A casual observer might walk away with the impression that I'm not doing anything when I'm outback, as a lot of thinking and planning goes on between flurries of activity.

If you arrive in an interflurry period, you could get the impression that I was just walking around out back ... "piddlin", as my Dad would say.

It might seem as if nothing was being done ... but if the observer was a little more observant ... they might notice ...

... that a bunch of iris have apparently divided and repotted themselves.
And the livestock tank has moved, refilled itself, and is now sporting turtles and fish.

Also, coontie plants are digging themselves out of the coontie nursery and migrating to the front yard landscape.

It's a goldarn miracle.

One might notice that a caterpillar has moved from the garden to the nearby woods.

Also, the young tulip poplar trees from last summer's GA vacation have lept from the deer fenced garden plot and in to new pots.

In their place, red and white sweet corn has planted itself and is knee high. The corn seems to have weeded itself too, but must have gotten interrupted since only half of the plot is hoed.

Corn is easily distracted ... apparently they dropped the hoe and went off to look at something.

The more than casual observer may have noticed that Laya's growing chicks have been teleporting their food and water through the wire of their cage and into their bowls.

Miraculous!

And, if the now less than casual observer were to walk around behind the retired 1982 GMC Truck, he or she might catch the recirculating aquaculture system replumbing itself and preparing to go online.

... just a few things you might notice if you looked a little closer at the guy out back.