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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.
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5 comments:

  1. tryon1@frontiernet.net2:52 PM

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

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  2. threecollie5:44 AM

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

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  3. Terry and Linda10:58 AM

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

    Linda

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  4. threecollie8:31 AM

    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.

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  5. Cathy7:36 PM

    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 . . .

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