Countdown to Easter: Holy Saturday

A third day spent at The Land in labor and contemplation. Actually, not as much contemplation as one would like as Southern Man put Harbor Master on the iPad and he's totally hooked.

Nothing warms the heart of a Southern Man quite like a good country trash fire. This washout is the site of the future garden pond, and a good example of just how red the dirt is out there.

Most of the remaining trash either vanished in the fire or came home in The Titan to be deposited in the apartment dumpsters. A cruel lesson: furniture does not store well outdoors no matter how well you cover it. The last of it - two desks, the built-in computer desk from the mini-mansion, a chest, various bookshelves, and so on - has finally gone the way of all things.

Remember that three-pickup-load of used brick from about five weeks back?

Now it looks like this. The grass is a lot greener too.

About 660 clean whole bricks, another hundred whole bricks that didn't clean up well, and a nice stack of clean partials. And quite a few in the junk-brick pile and twelve buckets of mortar that will end up as fill, somewhere. It probably took ten or twelve hours, all told. And some people pay good money to go to the gym to work out.

The masonry yard - everything from lava rock (foreground right) and concrete waste (foreground left) to three kinds of brick (that pinkish stack in the middle are leftovers from the mini-mansion that were at one time destined for a backyard grill) and several pallets of stone. All free, mostly from Craigslist.

This was the last Land Day of the weekend; on Easter Sunday we will gather at the Ancestral Manor for lunch, then the afternoon and evening will be spent in housecleaning and grading and contemplation of the profound meaning of this day. Lord Jesus, you paid a debt you didn't owe because we owed a debt we couldn't pay. Words can never be enough, but we thank and praise You. Amen.