I can now go plow the lower forty.
"Hook up the mule, Paw! I'm ready to break some damn ground!"
It's so pretty here this morning. The Bradford Pear blossoms are falling gently to the ground, white petal by petal. A spring snow of sorts. The sun is shining, it is not yet hot. I need to go weed.
I got no rants in me today. I'm just taking it as it comes.
I've got the doors open to the air and the light.
My heart is open to every living thing. I feel tender and compassionate at this moment towards all.
Yes. Even the old damn dogs.