Just Go Have Tea

This husband and I…
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Did yard work the other day…had a wonderland of debris…that needed help…finding it’s way…to the compost pile…near the edge of town…

This old gal…was in charge of sticks…started with the huge ones…then on to the big ones…then the middle sized ones…

But soon found herself…falling down that stick picking up…rabbit hole…as the sticks grew smaller…they seemed to be bigger…

Each time this happens…when picking up sticks…and each time…it’s seems curiouser and curiouser…
like the sticks…in an area…never end…

There seem to be a few large ones…but once they are gone…a bunch of middle sized ones appear…and when those are gathered…oodles of small ones pop up…that you hadn’t noticed before…

It’s maddening really…

Because even if you think you’ve got them all…you turn your head…and there’s another one…mocking you…

Eventually…yard work doing me gives up on the nonsense…and heads off…with what we have…to the town compost…

It’s a job…that never seems finished…but sometimes you just have to say…

Enough…and go have a tea…or something…
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And this husband of mine…agrees.