Coltsfoot blossoms buttering up the ditches
Big old yeller moon out painting on the town.
Bright golden sun bursting down the hallway
Greeting me when I get up.
Dagnabbit...
I overslept!
Those night meetings are just a killer.
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
3 comments:
Most meetings are of little use, although I did note your post the other day about the info that gets shared among farmers.
But night meetings? Please. There's no excuse for keeping workers - especially farmers who rise WAY early - out late.
OK. That is so fresh. So perfect.
"Bright golden sun bursting down the hallway
Greeting me when I get up."
Rev. Paul, boy do I share that opinion. I am getting to despise meetings. This one was pretty good though...one of my favorite friends was there and with busy lives we don't see one another very often.
Cathy, thanks. I felt so guilty. lol
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