I'm not writing much these days. Sometimes my creativity takes me in other directions. Sometimes it goes on holiday. *shrug* I never really worry about it, I just keep moving.
Last week, I dug a hole; a really big hole.
Then I moved some rocks; lots & lots of rocks.
even more rocks
Then I added water and these guys... a couple of friendly gargoyles.
one spits, the other just sits
I built the entire thing by myself.
I moved and piled rocks, added some flowers and plants. I formed a small waterfall shape and added a pump ; arranging and rearranging rocks like some back-breaking game of jenga... but still very zen (chop wood carry water).
Today I was going to add fish, but got distracted by a poem about stars thats beginning to form in my head.
Funny how that works...