I looked again. No, it was a strawberry plant with no strawberries,,I hadn't noticed the leaves in threes..It's good to be old, and blind.
Today when I was hauling brush piles, I kept thinking, "I wonder when I'm going to go to pick up a stick, and instead it's a snake?"
It’s good to be old, and blind.
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LOL. Here’s a little poem I have on the wall, along with a picture of a little ole’ lady without her glasses:
My face in the mirror isn’t wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn’t dirty; the cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely and so does my lawn.
I think I might never put my glasses back on.