This end of April fake spring thing is giving me the gears. It’s raining. Only 4 degrees. Saturday. I’d planned on finishing some yard work – raking up all of the clippings and dead vegetation from the perennial beds and piling it into the cart for when the tractor comes back from it’s spring tune-up at the farm equipment garage. I could put on my rubber boots and raincoat, but I figure we should be in light jackets basking in the sun, not shivering in fleece and heavy work gloves. But honestly, I just don’t feel like doing anything but crawling back into bed. Mind you, things could be worse. I could be looking for a new occupation. I’m not sure if this person…
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