On a walk in the morning mist

It feels like spring,

but

it doesn’t smell like spring.

Thus it is not spring,

but

there r still weeds to be pulled. They have been there over a month,

and

I shall wait till it’s 9 degrees warmer to garden

in 5 more hours.

With age does come wisdom

and

patience with no desire to feel the cold.

There’s trees to be moved

and

others to be trimmed. Bushes too.

Coop cleaned

and

organized (for the hubby).

Pondering his desire for baby-chicks… more meat for the freezer by fall … more tears for me.

πŸŒ§πŸ‘Ÿβ˜οΈπŸŒŽπŸŒ±πŸŒ³πŸŒΏπŸ“πŸ₯πŸ”πŸ˜΅πŸ˜’

No more free deer as CWDx3 in our county last fall…πŸ˜‘πŸ¦Œ

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