last year ms. scribe asked for some space to plant vegetables…so, for her birthday she got that fancy 3’x 5′ fenced in area you see on the left…i knew it wouldn’t be enough…last fall she asked for more space…soooo…
pull old shrubs…check…remove ground cover torn up by the dogs…check…
move mulch…check…rake area clean…check…back fill parts of the yard dug up by the dogs…bonus points…
“Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh Hard times come again no more. Chorus:
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus)
There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o’er: Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day, Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus)
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus) “
Stephen Foster‘s Hard Times Come Again No More…kinda fits my mood today…
“Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh Hard times come again no more. Chorus:
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus)
There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o’er: Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day, Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus)
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave Oh hard times come again no more. (Chorus) “
Stephen Foster‘s Hard Times Come Again No More…kinda fits my mood today…