Friday, February 26, 2016

Waiting for Work

Our garden cart.  Still full of leaves, just waiting to be put to work behind the tractor. I am not as crazy about gardening as I have been through out my life. I mean raise it up, can it up and freeze it up and put it up for the winter. I  did it all. Last year , when I started painting, I couldn't find time to garden. By the end of summer, my gardens were dismal messes. Now I look out over the snow and just see work, work, work. Oh hell. At 67 years, I think its OK to quit. But I also see the large fenced space that was the garden and it makes me sad. Time passes, you know.

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