I’m tired. I don’t know why. I can’t seem to ‘get myself together’
There is always something I need to do or get done or should have been done yesterday
Although, I know I am busy all the time.
I feel like I am standing in one spot spinning my wheels
Everywhere I look there is something I should be doing, although…the should is as far as I seem to get
Part of it is my age…I just don’t get as much done as I used to even as short a time ago as a couple of years.
Terry’s and my day starts early 4:30 or 5:00 at the latest
And it ends at dark. Sometimes, though, we do just sit outside enjoying the evening light (as you well know.)
And we have been fortunate to have visitors which breaks up the monotony of work
Still, I often wonder where time has gone.
Just the thought of all that work makes me…
Then coming in from the last set of water, passing one of the ditches…Terry and I came across
A little message written in mud: “Hi Grandpa” it says.
Even though still weary…tired to the bone, even…the joy of being this age is immense.
For without the ages Terry and I are; there wouldn’t be those precious grandchildren…who leave little messages in the mud.
From my world to your heart,