A lot of Sundays ago our backyard was the most serene picture of quiet and solitude broken only by the revelry of a few local squirrels chasing each other around the trees and digging up the occasional nut secreted away last fall. Today was much like any other Sunday, I attended church, I played the piano, my heart sang, I ate heartily of pancakes and sausages and looked forward to changing my clothes and spending the afternoon touring the countryside looking for possible photo opportunities. I knew this day was coming and the temperatures were very inviting. So what was I doing? I was in the backyard listening to the incessant sound of a two-cycle chain saw, a four-cycle lawn mower and another oil plus gas propelled machine known locally as the "tiller." Their racous sounds assailed my ears on all sides, and they were my machines. Each one built for a specific task, and all running as smoothly as one could desire. The Harley, specifically designed for days exactly like this, stood on the driveway, leaning on her kickstand waiting, and waiting, but I didn't arrive. Postponed for another time, another day. I, in the meantime(I do know what MEAN TIME is) ran machines invented to squander energy in the form of exertion and fossil fuels with no other purpose than making our yard look nice. Well, now I can take a picture of it and everyone can see, as my honey puts it, "How nice our yard looks." Oh, it wasn't all that bad, and I tend to exagerate a lot, and at least I don't have to do it again for maybe a week.........
How was your Sunday? God bless, Preacher.
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