Work away. Clear the space for Alfalfa delivery. Split some more wood bring in. Change Goat water. Go bring home Grass Hay.
i tried to take a pic of the door to the Way Back. This is what i got. so, OK. Today.
SOME LATER…. i made my bed.
had done laundry while at Work. They don't mind. Before going for the Grass Hay i had hung it on the clothes line. It is fragrant. dry. clean. crisp. and i think…What More, could i want?
((((((a BIG smile))))))
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I am in need of a map to inside of the house, like the one you did for the whole yard. I can’t figure out where your little morning coffee table goes and it is bothering me.
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the top pic is just perfect. my day.
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Oh, I love nothing better than the crackle and fresh smell of sheets dried in the sun and the wind … somehow, the faster they dry the more fragrant they seem to be.
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yes. i love the rough cotton sheets. And i can’t get past
my Thing about Tide laundry detergent. Original Scent.
That and line drying…close to orgasmic.
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i love the smell of outside drying cloth
yes wath more could we want ….?
i’m happy with that
so do you
SMILE
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the luxury of a freshly made bed, especially when the sheets have all been dried in the open air, it’s a close second to sex tea chocolate (not necessarily in that order)
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Yep, fresh clean sheets…they’re wonderful. I’ve decided I like rough, crisp sheets best too. These new high thread count sheets are too soft. Said Papa Bear.
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” what ” … sorry ( wath )
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any day we make it through…yes. Big Smile
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ok, tomorrow.
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yes. how it was.
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i always know what you mean
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for me, a First. The Bed. I love, like LOVE my bed
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i don’t know how to really describe the sheets i love. I get them from the Thrift Shop. My kids refer to them as sandpaper sheets.
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