I took this photo of my feet last night when I had to quit weed whacking at 7:30 pm -- not because I wanted to or was finished -- but because I ran out of day-glo green string. I was almost finished with one section too. Drats. I can't get the spool off by myself. Instead I have to bother Greg at the gas station and he gives it one easy twirl and it comes right off. I don't have the knack with anything that has a motor.
The top of me looked good after my new afternoon haircut. It's just not in the cards for me to be fancy in any way shape or form until I conquer the weeds in my driveway.
I keep thinking about my grandmother's sage advice and wishing I had followed it.
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It's a blessing our government hasn't figured a way to tax us for the work we do for ourselves.
Alas, I fear they will.
I'm always dirty. Gave up fluffing myself for public viewing long ago.
Garden & Be Well, XO T
Living on a farm, I'm always looking like I rolled around in dirt. Not to mention smelling like chickens and goats. A shower at the end of the day is one of my treasured moments. My Mom always kept up on her house work and chores, raising 5 children and teaching Indian children, and I sure don't know how she did it!
You Grandmother's advice was wonderful, but I am a procrastinator; I spend a lot of time catching up. Bonnie
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