Alone with Betty watching the
night sky, my two girls and my mom with me, bald eagle, boat rides, planting
trees, fireworks, swimming in the Tennessee River, eating BBQ ribs, worshiping
with old people and seeing the effects of life on the body of the aged makes
them so sincerely beautiful each coming to take the Lord’s Supper. Honest and sincere labor of the land, trees
and water earnestly trying to make the farm into Our Home, labor that was
founded in Eden, “by the sweat of your face you will eat bread.” God!
Such was my Labor Day.
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