I'm looking out my window and I see that George is tilling our garden. It is one of those jobs that has to be done in the fall, but I don't know that it is a really good job for George to be doing right now. He will come in all trashed and worn out, but the garden is supposed to be tilled, so he is tilling it. I guess I admire that, even if I think it is stupid.
I am feeling better today, too. I made spaghetti sauce today with home grown tomatoes and venison and home grown onions. I feel quite the pioneer woman.
Naomi and Tony are busy getting ready for their trip to Africa. I am already starting to feel bereft and lonesome. Ah, well. There will be e-mail.
Have a beautiful day.
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