Gate

We spent most of the day putting in a gate we have wanted for years. First step, digging two foot deep post holes through the rocky shale of our hill. Then wrestling fencing, posts, and gate in the mud and rain. Bone aching tired at the end of the day. My good old dad used to say after such a laborious day, “You’ll sleep on your own side of the bed tonight!” True dat, Pops, true dat. And I found an old weathered basketball at the foot of a dead fir. Not sure of that symbolism.