It's rodeo season and I have recently been made very aware of what I would have to call occupational hazards.
His thermostat is at 80 degrees. Her's 71.
Hoist down the rebel banner as it points the way to hatred of those not like us. Never again look on the valor of those who fought and died for a belief more than 150 years ago.
Towering stalks support the bright green branches that hold aloft the multicolored canopy ranging in size from tiny bits of fluff to giant leaves of the brightest green; heavy rains and light showers bring the life-giving nutrients to this jungle I call my garden. The greenery grows together vying for each ray of sun and drop of rain.
The sun and the heat and the rain and a little more heat thrown in, just for good measure, sure made a wreck out of the tack room.
A first experience with most any event typically sets the stage for how people view future events of similar situations.
Horror stories abound about the problems with Social Security benefits and insurance. When combined with the new laws called Obamacare a whole new bundle of hurt arises.
Cold winds knocked most the leaves off the trees. Even colder temperatures left my garden a sad and gloomy sight.
This past weekend, I scheduled a day off, took a few extra hours off on Thursday and planned a day to just get away.