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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
I need your help to fill the Challenge War Chest with new prompts. Write four blogging prompts and choose one of your own to write your entry on.![]() ![]() Quote:“Work. Good, honest work, whether it’s working with your hands to create an artwork, or manual labor, brings forth a sense of divinity at play. The only prerequisite is that whatever the work is, it is done sincerely and in congruence with the soul’s true origin and intent, then, without any effort, one experiences a flow, wherein one feels a part of the plan of the entire universe.” ― Kamand Kojouri Prompting the Crowd Sometimes when someone asks for prompts for the War Chest I wonder where this war chest is located? During a challenge I wonder why they don't prompt about??? When we are asked to write a prompt I promptly forget all the prompts I thought up on my own. The mind backs up and sits down on the job, so here goes. 1. ![]() I used to ride the rake for my dad when he put in loose hay for dairy cattle. It was an old trip rake pulled behind a tractor. It raked the hay into 10 foot long clumps. When there was a big enough pile of hay under the rake dad would look back and signal me. I would stamp on the trip lever with my foot (I weighed about 30 lbs. and it took my whole weight to trip the lever) to release the tines, then the lever would go back into place and the tines would drop back down to ground level where they dragged across the ground gathering the hay again. I helped plant strawberry plants by hand for my uncle who had a truck garden. He sold produce to customers as a sideline to his shop work. I learned farming from my dad and uncle and house cleaning from one of my aunts. 2. ![]() 3. ![]() 4. ![]() Bye Bye |