Sunburnt neck
Aching legs
And garden soil between my toes
But the potatoes are planted
And all that's left are the squash plants
Hopefully
They can be finished by tomorrow night
So we can relax this weekend
But
Nothing is written in stone
And we can't see the future
So all we have
Is hope
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
