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| My trusty shovel and I worked very hard on those ditches! |
It's a rainy February morning here on the farm, and I've not seen this much water since the winter we built our house. The ditches I hand-dug are spilling over; the culvert under the driveway is gamely trying to direct the water to the future stock pond location. It's so quiet I can hear the occasional meadowlark complaining about the rain. He'll be singing a new tune when the water subsides enough for him to snatch up the insects surfacing to escape the boggy dirt.
