My teacher gave his usual New Year's talk where he talks about New Year's Eve being such an arbitrary thing. The previous owner had spent a great deal of effort buring row after row of glass bottles in the yard. They are half quart bottles, kinda like tequilla bottles. They've buried top down, surrounded by well established plant roots. I guess these were some kind of garden divider thing.
Some people use stones or bricks.
Others use glass bottles. Well, I'm trying to get them all out of the yard. That was my work meditation for the afternoon. One of my cats, Camille, isn't a very bright cat. She hasn't figured out that she's an indoor cat.