When there was massive bags of leaves to rake it was a nice to have a healthy tree and two good hands to rake with. After a very slug fest of a run it was nice to have a good back and legs that gave the freedom
to at least do that. Before scraping the tiller project altogether, changing a spark plug, a minute check of a motor schematic, an adjustment, the garden was completely done, that close to calling it a day. In just a week, gone from being Fat to very lean times, why? When you can voluntarily let go, it shows what you have but haven't really lost. Not sure why it has to be, kind for one and ugly for another, but imagine some
way of
figuring out that this is really great even when it seems lousy? Both must be a free choice, and it sure beats
thinking the opposite. All bad patches pass...
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