Monday, June 27, 2016

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A couple of Red-eyed Vireos sang in the box elders. Mosquitoes buzzed me, drilling for the ruby ichor the could find behind my ears.

5 comments:

A. Montgomery said...

God Bless you both and the life you live. Love, Mom

threecollie said...

Thanks, Mama, it has worked out pretty good for me, after all the hard years. Love you!

Terry and Linda said...

UGH! Boy do I know those horrid moments. Like you say, it always is the Boss Man who gets the hard part...always.

Linda

threecollie said...

Linda, I just made myself think...this is part of farming. Just do it and be patient. And we got it done. It sure has been a good feeling to have the hay under cover with all the storms we have had the past few days.

Cathy said...

Amazing. Just amazing. The two of you.
Hubby and I get grumpy when we can't open the dang pickle jar. You all move mountains while we're grousing about the lid on a jar.
"Give it to me. Let me try!" (Grumble, grumble)
Yeah.
It's humbling . . .