“You bet’ya! And Thank YOU!” Terry replied and headed out the door.
We loaded up the truck in a bright (YAY FOR SUNSHINE) brittle cold, with a freezing wind straight off the snowbanks.
But who is complaining? This year’s crop all sold THIS year!
Thank you for your concern for Rick and his sister’s. It will be a hard Christmas this year for them. Yet, also a blessing—no longer is Rick in any pain. The funeral will be Monday.
Everything always works out for the best, my Momma used to say. And you know what? I do believe she is right!
Merry Christmas my friends!