Balance, something native for every day. Thank you for this great piece. It’s like being inside your head listening to a conversation with yourself. Balance.
Denise, you’re brave for wanting to be inside my head—it’s more like a messy farm shop with half-finished projects, rogue ideas, and a pile of rusty tools, possibly possessed by the ghosts of harvests past.
I’m glad you’re along for the ride. Thanks for sticking with me and always sharing your thoughts.
Just watch your step—there’s no telling what kind of wackiness you might trip over! 😄
Wish i had read this 50 year back. I was so far out of balance I had a job to stand up, and missed my kids growing up just to get that extra acre mown, or that extra cart of FYM spread. Damn arse fool that I was.
Balance, something native for every day. Thank you for this great piece. It’s like being inside your head listening to a conversation with yourself. Balance.
Denise, you’re brave for wanting to be inside my head—it’s more like a messy farm shop with half-finished projects, rogue ideas, and a pile of rusty tools, possibly possessed by the ghosts of harvests past.
I’m glad you’re along for the ride. Thanks for sticking with me and always sharing your thoughts.
Just watch your step—there’s no telling what kind of wackiness you might trip over! 😄
Something I strive for….
Wonderfully said, Denise.
😂😂 “Oh, woe is me, my crop hath been cursed by vomitoxin, and my wheat proceeds slicethed to bits!” This is gold 😂
Gracias, love. 🙏
You never know what kind of material you’ll kick up in a late-night writing binge.
Thanks for reading, sharing, and supporting - all the things. ❤️
Wish i had read this 50 year back. I was so far out of balance I had a job to stand up, and missed my kids growing up just to get that extra acre mown, or that extra cart of FYM spread. Damn arse fool that I was.