The happy lumberjack. The worst day at the farm is better than the best day at Global, eh?
Even though the low branches of the Four Cedars nearly decapitate us when we're cutting grass every summer, I won't let my lumberjack near them. No one touches the Cedars, folks!
Finally, look closely at these twigs pruned from one of our oak trees. I see Spring!!
All the bending, lifting, hauling and pulling felt wonderful. There's nothing that recharges the battery and the spirit the way good old fashioned hard labor can.
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