The north water fence is still being hampered by a foot and a half of water. Though truthfully it is the mud that’s holding up progress. Hate to slough my way through the stuff.
Finished with the Reverend. He timed the tilling about right. He came out about half way through the process and we chatted – although I was still under the weather after getting caught in that cold rain three or four days ago. I was chilled sitting there talking with him but he had something he wanted to tell me.
And he did.
He was taking a couple of kids KC ward to participate in a contest. Two kids from the village were judged good enough to play an instrument and write songs and were entered in the contest.
His daughter was one of them. Piano and self written song – music and words. Well done, Reverend.
In that vein; two links to parentage:
I’m still debating a garden. It has only been two years I’ve been thinking about one.
From the reaches,