we got up on sunday with every intention of spending the morning at my wife's congregation but once we got outside we were sidetracked by the bright beautiful day and realized we would have a better time working on the yard. so we dressed down and spent our 1st 5 hours of the day hunkered down moving mulch, watering, transplanting and digging up roots. it was productive, a good, happy day, and the beer afterward was sweet and cold. it leaves us a little nearer to god (although in a bass-ackward way considering sunday is supposed to be the day of rest and here we are acting like it's the 1st couple days of creation; but the sabbath was made for us and not us for the sabbath, so like any good garden soil it's fungible).
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