I'm trying very hard not to dance on the page, swoosh pom-poms, scream and holler like a wild woman. Our attics are clean, the boxes of stuff are outta here, and now the auction house can worry about selling it. I don't know how we did it, but we did. A monumental load has been lifted off our psychological backs.
Mother Nature is blessing us with beautiful weather, sunshine, comfortable temperatures, perfect for the spring planting. Mechanical monsters crawl the fields, dropping long spans of seeds into the black soil. What a privilege to live in the Midwest, where we grow food for the world.
Hubby finished planting carrots, onions, red radish and white radish, lettuce, peas, green beans, tomatoes, zucchini and butternut squash, and cucumbers. Cannot wait to slap a thick juicy slice of red tomato on a grilled burger with a slice of raw onion, and lotsa ketchup. The kind of burger where you need to wear a bib for all the goodie drips. Heaven has got to be right around the corner from there.
We had a backyard spat yesterday but didn't call the cops. Never underestimate the wren when it comes to fighting off a sparrow. Holy Moses, such a racket, but my spunky wren won out and exercised her squatter's rights. I'm tickled silly knowing Mr. and Mrs. Wren will be spending the summer with us and giving us grandchildren with feathers.
that I regard as being most highly correlated with success, whatever the field, I would pick the trait of persistence. Determination. The will to endure to the end, to get knocked down seventy times and get up off the floor saying, "Here comes number seventy-one!" ~Richard M. Devos