Hubby and I spent the morning burning one–just one–of the debris piles leftover from the last storm. Deconstructing the collection of debris wrapped around our few remaining trees is like playing Jenga with the Greek gods.
This is in preparation for another BIG storm that is supposed to hit tomorrow. Next up…sandbags. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
But I really shouldn’t complain. My brother-in-law in South Dakota said it got down to 12-degrees last night and snow is predicted for Sunday. If anybody deserves a nice dose of spring, it’s the MidWest.
Here’s your weekend wisdom–cowboy-style–from my new release, THAT COWBOY’S FOREVER FAMILY:
