Day 684:
I’ve cleaned the river out of everything useful I could find… gravel, sand, mud… now it’s just grainy dirt, which is good because that’s what rivers need to be rivers, but I don’t need it to be bricks or arrowheads or sand so it can stay where it is.
I made a scythe, and it’s a bad one. My back is still sore (of course it is!) so cutting the weeds down this way is safer than constantly bending and chopping at them with my sword, but still, not comfy.
One might wonder why I would bother clearing the fields of weeds if I’m the only one here and there’s no homeowner’s association to complain. Well remember the exploding giraffe-corgis? The ones with the green and yellow spots? They blend into high grass and weeds perfectly. This is the only way I can think of to make the area safer.
So as much as I joined mining so that I would never have to mow another lawn… here I am.