Breakfast today was the first new 'taters out of the garden with some country sausage I got from the folks over the hill at the farmers' market. Along with a slice of Portugee sweet wheat bread the wife made yesterday. I was happy a couple of hours ago, now it's going on lunchtime and I have to figure out what's next.

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Followed up with the last slice of peach pie made by the local Mennonite ladies

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Life really ain't so bad after all, eh? wink

Geno

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?