When I was in high school our English teacher required us to memorize Joyce Kilmer’s famous poem, Trees. “I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree, A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.” It continues on for several more verses but I won’t share the complete poem with you because the first few lines are all that are required to make it very evident that Mr. Kilmer wasn’t picturing…..
The bowling season has just come to an end. It was a disappointing season. Our State Bank Team is a seasoned team. That’s a polite way of saying we have a lot of old guys on our team. The young guys throw the ball 80 mph while us gray haired fellas probably muster about a 40 mph ball speed. However, we often shine during the end of the season tournament because most of our State Bank team members don’t drink beer or…..
It’s time to spread some manure on the garden and pumpkin ground. I try to do that every two years. So today I spent time getting my trailer tail lights to correctly indicate a left turn, a right turn as well as indicating to anyone behind me that I’m preparing to stop. Once I’ve accomplished that I will be ready to venture onto the highway and go get a load of sheep manure to enrich the garden soil. My mechanical skills…..