Day Four Thanksgiving Week:
I am thankful for the strength to work. My "job" today wasn't nine to five, but close. Eleven to 5:30--with a nice walk before I decided to enjoy the curse. Maybe I've been blessed with a little bit of Pop's strength. My hands are frozen, but other than that, no complaints--at least until tomorrow. Did lots of mulching today--and finally re-did the one big bed on my schedule for 2018. Still have one little one to go--maybe later this week. Met a new friend today as well--Aaron's puppy; a black shepherd. Full of curiosity and play. Brought me a stick to throw in case I was a slow learner. I guess I passed the test--he kept bringing it back. Feathered friends are active--just a few snowbirds though and a flock of robins comes by off and on, and a mockingbird. Don't the last two know that winter is coming? I mean, this morning was the first this week that I didn't wake up to snow. Work is such a blessing--tires the body, fills the soul, relaxes the mind. Thank you, Lord for tasks to do, and the strength to do them. If I wake up groaning in the morning, ignore me.
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