Spring has sprung,
eggs have fell,
summer is not here,
and it aint hotter than, well.
I do understand, that most of the reading public may enjoy a short original poem, as seen above. I know that you are the only one of our reading public who doesn’t like a poem, and being the only one who doesn’t like a poem, that makes you a minority.
In today’s world, we are supposed to be aware of, and concerned for, that one minority reader. So, for that one reader who doesn’t like poems I say, “Sorry”!
I am not sorry that I posted the poem, I am sorry that you do not enjoy the finer things of life.
What caused me to create that excellent poem, see the photo below.
I was in the process of picking up sticks, no, not the ole time game of Pickup Sticks, I was picking up sticks from the front yard, when I found an open egg. Now that should indicate to some of the reading public that at least one baby bird has hatched here at the Ford Homestead. Seeing the open egg, cause yours truly, to compose the above well written poem.
Let’s convert our thoughts from the front yard to the back 40. Possibly, I should just insert a photo, and allow it to open the conversation.
I am aware that some of you may need to put your glasses on, in order to fully appreciate the professional quality photo. Yesterday morning, I walked through the back 40 with the intent to fully evaluate the need for trimming of a few rose bushes, trimming the weeds, and mowing the entire back 40. I was pleasantly surprised when I observed the green, soon to be black berries. I felt the need to get a photo of the first berry of this year. After taking the photo I was quickly made aware of green berries throughout both blackberry gardens. If the birds leave them alone, and the weather cooperates, we may have an overwhelming black berry season.
The above was written on Sunday. The below was written on today.
As I sit here attempting to relate the events of yesterday afternoon, my ole body remembers much hard work. My wonderful spouse of more than a few years, took care of the inside, as I ventured outside. The CEO cooked a very nice noon repast for us, and she was also able to do the laundry. Thank goodness I have two pairs of pants; I can wear one pair and she can wash the other pair.
I was able to manicure the front yard, and I have a photo. Yes, we have an angel.
I also was able to mow and trim the back 40. After all the grueling work, I was able to drag my ole body into the homestead for a short rest period.
After the rest period, I popped out of the ole recliner and alerted my spouse that it was time for a team effort. Together we attacked the rose bushes in the back 40. We were able to get most of the dead out of the bushes. I guess one would say the bushes look a little less full, but possibly a little healthier.
As you can see, ole senior people have nothing to do but sit around and drink coffee. That reminds me, I need a cup of coffee, got to go!
Don’t get ole, there is nothing to do!
Senior retired ole person and author of this exciting blog, Don the Ford
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