Middle-aged Mutant Ninja Gardener

Radio and internet work can be pretty sedentary. The result can be a shape that should never be seen in spandex. We've bought exercise equipment, and for a little while it saw regular use--as a laundry hanger. I've settled on aerobic and destructive forms of gardening as an exercise plan, and I'm finally getting into those places on my property where, if this was an action movie, the hero's love interest would stumble over a skull with a flint-headed arrow stuck in an eye socket and scream. Who knew there were tractor tires and burned-out burn barrels, barn door hardware, rusted grills and whatnot under the creeper-covered debris of ice-storm '98? Surely this clawfoot tub once did duty as a shrine to the Virgin. Lacking small engine skills, it's all hand-tool work, hacking at nature like some middle-aged mutant ninja gardener. But I did unearth and liberate an apple tree I'd long left for dead:

The grape-choked apple
struggles fruitless toward the light--
uproot all the vines.