A re-run post just for fun. Just to make you smile on this warm August afternoon...
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Our workers returned yesterday. You know, the guys who are siding our barn, and how refreshing to have found a reliable, first-class construction company! In our former house we dealt with some of the shadiest, shoddiest of them all, but this company makes us, well, darn pleased.
Speaking of which, last week at lunch in our local 50's cafe I told Tom that I wish I had my very own worker. My very own! A man who, if I asked him to construct raised garden beds in my Bunny Pasture, would say, "Yes, Ma'am! I'll be happy to. That's a wonderful idea."
Then he'd walk away, whistling, to immediately begin framing the beds.
Then he'd walk away, whistling, to immediately begin framing the beds.
Not someone who would shake his head and reply, "Hmm. I don't know if that will work. Wouldn't it be better to just dig a regular garden bed? One over in that opposite corner where it would be closer and get more sun?" (something a certain husband I know would say. heh.)
Nope, I dream about my very own silent worker. A mute man would be a delight--or no-- one with a fondness for breaking out in song! Show tunes, preferably. Someone with muscles, a happy disposition, the heart of a willing, godly servant and a love of hard work amongst nature.
Oh, the miracles I could work around this old farm with one of those. ツ
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"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." ... Philippians 4:13
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Oh, you & me both, Debra!! :)
ReplyDeleteTracy--wouldn't it be terrific? Just think of all 'we' could accomplish. :) Blessings, Debra
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