{"id":3736,"date":"2016-03-08T07:30:08","date_gmt":"2016-03-08T13:30:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=3736"},"modified":"2016-03-08T07:30:08","modified_gmt":"2016-03-08T13:30:08","slug":"cleaning-up-sticks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2016\/03\/08\/cleaning-up-sticks\/","title":{"rendered":"Cleaning up Sticks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I come by it honestly, this business of picking up sticks. My grandmother did it. We all do it. Although I confess that when I do it here, I\u2019m not collecting kindling for the fireplace.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, there were sticks on the ground this morning. It must have been a windy day, and the Ash tree has been on its last legs for some time now, and I was picking up Ash twigs that had fallen on the sidewalk and french drain.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And into the agave. An ash stick had fallen into the agave and was wanting to be cleaned up. So I leaned over the top of the agave and looked in, because you see I know that there is a lizard who lives in there \u2014 has for years. But it was cold this morning, so I figured he had retired to the nether apartments to stay warm. And based on that belief, I slowly reached in to clean out that stick.<\/p>\n<p>I was wrong. He was there. As I reached in, he poked his face around the corner of the central agave spike with an alarmed look on his face.<\/p>\n<p class=\"center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/jumpingfish.smugmug.com\/Blogpix\/2016\/03\/i-Xs5fcfB\/0\/O\/DSC_0094.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/jumpingfish.smugmug.com\/Blogpix\/2016\/03\/i-Xs5fcfB\/0\/L\/DSC_0094-L.jpg\" width=\"400\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The stick will wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I come by it honestly, this business of picking up sticks. My grandmother did it. We all do it. Although I confess that when I do it here, I\u2019m not collecting kindling for the fireplace. Anyway, there were sticks on the ground this morning. It must have been a windy day, and the Ash tree [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3736"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3736"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3736\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3737,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3736\/revisions\/3737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}