This may not strike some of you as unusual--maybe every day is like this for you. Jerry and I worked like DOGS (actually the only one around here who didn't WAS the dog, so where did that saying come from anyway?) mowing and weeding and tiling and digging dandelions and moving huge piles of construction garbage and watering and burning. We worked from sun up til sundown and I'm beat. I'm aching and dirty. But we stood out there in our pasture as the sun set and hummed a little bit of "This Land is Mine. God Gave this Land to Me", and it was like we'd stepped back a century. Forgive my sentimentality, but those were my musings. Would that the work were all done now. I'd say we probably have an entire summer of such Saturdays and well into the fall...ugh.