The Farmer In Me

I'm only three generations removed from immigrant farmers, and there are moments when it's very evident. You see I don't always want to work outside, but once I get started it's a love affair, and today was just another example.

Every Thursday morning brings landscape day. Oh, there may be other periods of lawn and or shrub attention during the week, but Thursday is designated nature 'til noon.    

The afterparty is my obvious joy at having a freshly manicured property. It's just the farmer in me, it's in the blood.

Pray on,
Eddy