Tuesday, March 30
Every time I think I am finished building or cleaning the yard,
He provides me with more lumber and raw materials.
I can just imagine how Noah must have felt
when he was asked to build a boat.
Some of this stuff is still useable.
But most of my archeological digs have produced:
concrete footings
posts still encrusted in their concrete footings
chain link fence half submerged in the sod
ancient, antique, or just plain lost artifacts
but mostly miles of orange rope, barbed wire, and rotting wood.
And yes, even the kitchen sink.
Just after sunset, the wind picked up and it rained a bit.
The poopies started barking. I peeked out the window.
The gate to the corral had come open and was swinging in the wind.
The guard dogs insisted that this matter be corrected.
After securing the gate, I rewarded them with cookies.
I am confident that they will make fine guardians and companions.
I just can't wait until they have some livestock to protect.