These are my famous last words, but if all goes well this weekend, I will get to spend some time hugging my donkeys…
I’ll anchor some additional posts and finish building the gate for the propane tank fence.
I’ll get eight– yes, eight– berry bushes that my mom got me for my birthday planted. And trellised.
I’ll buy a new big tool (rototiller) and finish prepping and planting the garden.
I’ll clean out the chicken coop…
pretend I’m a ghostbuster finish spraying the driveway.
I’ll drive a couple of hours to pick up my grandpas tractor so I can mow the field.
If all goes well this weekend, I won’t see many people, I won’t take any naps, I’ll be tired and sore and dirty when it’s over. I’ll pay the dues for living on this beautiful piece of land. And then, then I might relax.