But . . . we did get done early enough this afternoon to go out to Wilderstead and relax for a while. Built a fire and cooked supper -- ah, boneless pork chops roasting on an open fire, seasoned just right with garlic, sage, and pepper. Time to talk, to look at little flowers and plants.
Now if I only had the time to do some cleanup work out yonder, and walk/repair my barbed wire, and get some more gravel on the road . . . Life is like fighting a Lernaean Hydra right now -- you chop off one head, and the stump sprouts two more. Oy, Herk! toss me a torch, willya?