The shed sits in the shade. A fair amount of natural light comes in through a couple of windows, depending on the time of day, but not enough to do any real work in there.
I added a string of 12 LED lights some time ago, similar to what hangs from the cross-ties in the cabin except that it’s powered by DC (USB) rather than AC. Supplying power is a 268Wh Anker power station.
Theoretically, that’ll keep the lights on for over 22 hours.
The Anker ran out of juice shortly after I plugged in the light string yesterday morning, so I carried it back to the cabin to re-charge. No big deal.
I was down at the shed in the first place to finish something I’d started the day before. While shooting in the rain on Friday, I neglected to cover my woods tools in the bed of the Ranger. They got soaked.
Realizing that on my way back from the east slope, as soon as I got to the shed I pulled everything out, toweled it off and set it up to air-dry inside the shed.
Then yesterday morning, I sprayed the important bits (pivots and blades) with WD-40 and stowed it back in the buggy (along with a contractor’s bag to cover the lot next time).
Avoiding rusted tools is important to me. Usually, I employ an ounce of prevention. This time, I administered a pound of cure.
No harm done.
Our Sunday was a relaxed one. Nothing of consequence to report. I did do a little burning…
…and a little necessary maintenance.
Of course, I took note of the world around me. While the orchard grass (Dactylis glomerata) is going to seed…
…the purple passionflowers (Passiflora incarnata) are in bud.
Other than that, it was simply another joyful, peaceful day of life on The Mountain.
On my way back from the shed this afternoon, I spied Bob the Lizard, skittering around on a nearby boulder. His tail is regenerating nicely.
Soon I noticed a second lizard on the same rock.
Both of these rowdy little reptiles exhibited curious behavior — it looked for all the world like they were doing push-ups. The image above catches Bob (on the right) in mid-flex.
It’s mating season, see. These two — both males, apparently — were trying to intimidate each other into leaving that big rock.
Essentially, “Get off my lawn!”
Bob won this round, it seemed. The other lizard darted back toward a greenbrier patch. Just before he left, though, I caught a glimpse of another sign that it’s mating season (pictured, below).
Male prairie lizards (eastern fence lizards) sport that patch of iridescent blue on their bellies only at this time of year. Chicks dig it.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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