It's this time of the year, I question why I have flower beds at all.
The back breaking preparation of cleaning them and getting them ready
continues to cross my mind every spring.
By summer when they are in full bloom, the colors soothing to the eye,
peaceful to the spirit, and the wonder of nature, reminds me
God loves all things great and small.
I just got the bags of leaves and pine needles loaded and
tree trimmings. Headed to farm. Steve will meet me there
in case I get stuck, he can go get tractor to pull me out.
We are bringing the W-6 back to replace seals and
gaskets. Hope it's not too wet up there.