This Too Is Love. Part 2

So when I signed off today to go clean the spider webs that were annoying Mr. Moon, I decided to just clean the whole damn porch. The idea had occurred to me last night around 1:30 a.m. so I was up for the task.

It took about fifty clean buckets full of water and vinegar, half a bottle of Fabuloso, an entire episode of Prairie Home Companion, three tapes of Dead Man's Walk and hours and hours but I did it. I scrubbed hard enough to reveal the whiteness my porch can be underneath the black dirt of Lloyd.




I washed the mermaid


and I Liquid Golded the wooden stuff



and I cleaned the tarpon that our friend Chip found in the garage of a house he either rented or bought. I can't remember.


I killed hundreds of spiders.
Sorry about that. I hated doing it, but really, the line had been crossed. It was time.

I washed the face of the Spanish doll who lives on the porch.


I set plants to root and hung them up.


I washed my hula girl.



I am blinded by the white.





It's rather nice.




And surely, Mr. Moon will know that this too, is love.