Well...Summer refusing to fade quietly...
90+ with high ozone.
Couple of hours on the tractor and your lungs feel like you had two big ol'
Cubano cigars.
And watching J hit the weeding with such intensity compels me to stand off to the side, as back up, in the event logistcs and support are required.
Hmmmmm... I hear over my shoulder.
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Thanks for stopping and
now a moment
of poetry
from
Poetry, Texas.
