I am a lucky man because I own several rotten wood piles and an abandoned outhouse.
Yes. I’m a New Hampshire land owner and Jeezum Crow I have some God Awful things out in the woods.
I have a discarded septic tank that looks like a Soyuz space capsule.
I have a shaggy carpet of moss and a migratory flock of wild turkeys to stand on it.
I am in these ways what you might call a wealthy man.
Last summer a raccoon took up residence in the septic tank. I nicknamed him Yuri for obvious reasons.
I track the weather in New England from Iowa City. They say that today will augur fierce winds and heavy rain and I hope that my dear old outhouse will endure.
I am mindful that if my only worry is the disposition of my abandoned outhouse I’m in good shape.
I hope Yuri is okay.
Summer is coming.
A man’s thoughts turn to his outlying septic tank and spiders, mushrooms, loons, and cinnamon ferns in sunlight.