21 June 2010
Sometimes, it feels the work will never end; probably because it won't. Mowing, planting, watering, weeding, cleaning cages, repairing fences, and the list just keeps going. Sometimes, it feels like it would be easier to buy a nice little house in the suburbs, but then, there would be no picked-that-morning-fresh veggies or the daily antics of critters, or the clean air and open space. I know it's worth it, but geesh, I could use a day off!