It was below zero when I pointed the faithful Tundra toward the barn to bash my way two miles through a foot of new snow.
Twice a day, seven days a week...hauling cartloads of hay and spreading it for the ponies...no matter what the weather. You'd think I'd complain...but, no...instead, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
How did it happen that I found this wonderful house to rent and such a great landlord (I adore his whole family!) and a breathtakingly grand place to live...? (Not to mention having my fabulous family and friends...a good dog, sweet kitties, silly ponies and work that I love)
"Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good"