What if I stop counting?
Stop counting miles while walking, breaths while holding yoga poses, and dollars in my pocket.
I think I’ll do that.
|I greet Lucy and Sara one morning on my way to town. They are Scott's brother's dogs.|
|They're following a tractor to our place but take a moment to say hello.|
I have no comment, only awe at the undertaking.
I've been a slacker in the garden most of the summer so I'm ready for this. Any hesitation is due to my desire to find good homes for the flowers. A couple people have spoken for some, which helps. I refuse to throw them on a dirt pile to die.
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