Sorry, butcha get nothin outa me today! I am home free, no appointments, no problems, no needs, no issues (well I can stuff those and move on). Today it is going to be garden, garden, garden.
Dirt, it might be a good day to start reading the blog your wife dedicates to you, because for the next two days you, my dear man, are a garden widower. I am not coming in till it is dark or I am dead of the cold and rain. It would be nice if it didn't rain, like it didn't rain the whole time I was in town yesterday. (But really is that anything new, is it any different than me abandoning you for all the other things I abandon you for? You sure knew how to pick 'em, sorry)
Dear Reader, you are on your own for deep discussions on why we are here. I have one simple answer, to glorify God, enjoy Him forever and garden. Or it could be to glorify God and enjoy Him forever by gardening. Uh oh, it just left simple, I'm outa here.
Hey thanks for the good wishes and concerns and wonderful sage advice for the numb toes, at least I'm not numb from head to foot, at least the region in between is awake!
Dear Reader, I pray we give God, all three persons, His due today. He doesn't want much, just the whole of us and all our thoughts. Kiss Kiss Hug Hug I might be in for tea. Then again, I have thermoses.