"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Monday afternoon I went outside and tried to rake some of the 18 layers of dirt off the patio. It's hopeless to clean INside the house when every doorway to the outside is a dirty mess from our sprinkler project. We have yet to completely finish it, because it keeps pouring rain. However, the afternoon was pleasant and it felt good to work outside.

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