Perhaps tonight we will wear sweaters...
Sometimes we call this event our anniversary...
It was actually Tuesday but I have a lot of planting to do and I declared a postponement of the dinner until tonight. I mean to go away for the weekend but I don't think that will happen.
Monday evening after finishing a field at 10 p.m. I drove into town to the all night supermarket to buy some roses. Roses are hard to hide. What do I do with them? Put them in the toolbox behind the cab of my pickup? They could cook next to the George Dickel I keep for medical emergencies.
So... I drove into town.
This would not have been that big a deal except it was the night it frosted and it was 34 degrees. That also would not have been a big deal except for the fact that when I went to roll up my window it fell off the track and landed in the bottom of the door.
That would not have been a big deal except for the fact that I did not have a coat as it had been a warm day.
But, I continued onward.
"Half a league, Half a league onward!"
And such seems to be the struggle of life.
I give you the whole poem...