This morning began like most mornings do. . .
up early/strong tea/more strong tea/check emails/check never ending to-do list/make Ted's sarnies for work/clean out chicks and muck out Bruce.
But then a strange thing happened. . .
I sat down on the edge of Bruce's water trough, felt the full warmth of the morning sun on my face, watched the horses enjoying the new spring grass, listened to the birds singing like their hearts would burst (and heard the first cuckoo), saw two deer in the far field and a fox loping home after a night on the prowl.
I've got SO much to do at the moment, and I did nothing.
I just sat. And you know what, I don't care. I might even do it again :))
Obat Pembasmi Rayap Surabaya
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