Morning Relay

Waking up beneath the potting bench, I spotted a bright streak of morning sun cutting right across the slatted work surface above. Time to climb! I dug my sneakers into the rough cedar slats, hauled myself up the leg, and hit the wooden deck. Right in the middle sat an overturned mini zinc bucket with a shiny wooden seed marker wedged underneath like a balance beam. Instant see-saw! I bolted straight up the tilted marker, stomped both boots down on the high end, and sent the little wooden tongue clacking against the zinc with a solid snap. Morning launchpad cleared!