Muddy feet can be a little awkward, but they also mean happy grass seeds and happy farmers. Thank you, Tutu, for leaving your Crocs here for me to tramp around in on muddy days. Sometimes I come in from chores with little muddy polka dots on the sides of my feet, but it's all good.
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Hey, ya know what? This is my 900th blog post. Nine Hundred. Did I have that much to talk about? In any case, I think it's high time for a celebration. On Friday, in my traditional tryptophan-coma, I'll post a really fun giveaway to celebrate this landmark. See you then...
Have a blessed Thanksgiving, wherever you are, whatever your circumstances. I pray the Lord's grace and mercy be with you and all those you love. I count you as one of my most precious blessings, dear friend.