Labor Day vacation is halfway over! YIPPEE! Happy, happy, joy, joy!
When I was still a young sage, I used to wonder why “ Labor Day ” vacation is called by that name. No more. Halfway through this one, I have cut acres of lawn, visited my mom and cut into pieces, loaded, hauled and un loaded three cords of oak firewood, back home with me. I charged up batteries, fixed flat tires, cooked meals, hand carried water to three remote gardens, cut down all but the two most robust male plants, ( about half my crop culled, SOB! ) put white bags over the two remaining... Sign in to see full entry.