where have all the morons gone?
they ust to come ‘bout in spring to ask if they could ‘elp with me yard work. after the snow’s melted, the weeds are growin.
but for near three years, i’ve not seen them. i could ave ust their help yesterday movin’ a tractor scoop of soil from the saint tae me yard to fix up the dry, low patches.
but not a sign a them. es okay. yard work is meditative. i listen to the voices in me…