Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Gardening
The days have slipped by in liquid fashion like the languid sloth if the greasy limpopo river. One would think that this would be the finest of lifestyles to adopt upon return to this fair and pleasant land, but just recently the pace has begun to grate. Restlesness, niggling temper, irritable dad syndrome- all have begun to plague the house. So was with great relief to my family that I discovered the therapeutic merits of turning over grass clods in late afternoon sun, pitch fork as sword in noble battle against feral garden. Tonight I am refreshed.
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