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New Year’s Day, 2008 - already. Wow.

Today has been a day much like many of the days that have proceeded it and, more than likely, much like many of the days that will follow.

I went down to the chicken house to count some chickens that were about to hatch and while there I went ahead and put all the eggs I could find into a basket. I picked up the basket and headed toward the barn to look (again) into the mouth of a horse my neighbor had given me, eyeing some wild geese along the way that I intended to chase later. (I have been teaching this horse to push a cart and he is doing extremely well.) Finished with the horse, so I began making my way back to the house and stopped by the greenhouse to check the roses. Plenty of fine buds there ready for gathering, but I was kinda tired so I went on into the house to rest and wait for the sun to go down so I could get to work on the hay.

Forgot about the geese.

A post a day had been my creed
When first this project I conceived.

A post, at least, and maybe more,
But all my posts were such a bore

That I deigned to write at all
And then my blog began to fall

Into disuse and, lo, I fear
It became much more than I could bear.

So I began, with grit, to write
Whatever came into my mind’s sight.

It wasn’t much, I’ll grant you that,
That came into view beneath my hat.

And so I write this post to say
I’ll hope for more another day.