“Poems and rhyme,
Sore limbs and time.
My son and I work to
Reclaim the vine.”
After years of overgrowth, we have labored since last fall to reclaim what was once a lovely horse pasture. No horses in the future plans, but the sense of accomplishment has been price less!
“You will enjoy the fruit of your labor. How joyful and prosperous you will be.” Psalm 128:2 NLT