
The pasture got its last haircut two weeks ago, these foxtails now deep inside a round roll of hay under the shelter of a barn roof.
The pasture got its last haircut two weeks ago, these foxtails now deep inside a round roll of hay under the shelter of a barn roof.
Fred, you have such a way with words…”wait training.” That word wait is such a prickly word. Some of us handle it better than others.
Having just walked through a similar, agonizing wait with another dear family, I have a very tiny bit of an understanding of what may be going through the First Family’s hearts and minds these days…the wanting to touch and to cuddle and make it all better…the helpless feeling…the breathless hope. My heart goes out to you all. Better yet, my prayers are going up on your behalf.
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I’d love to hear what you think of my own web log, if you’re so inclined. My more recent posts aren’t so lively, but I’d love your input!
Thanks and keep on composing…