Spring...not

The temperature is already down to 18 F. and it isn't even 9 PM.  Also. we are supposed to get more snow.  Who wants that....?  Not me.  I saw a Robin the other day, but spring it is not.

The other day while I was out I stopped by the Dollar Store  store and bought a package of child size tooth brushes.  I couldn't get my jaws open and the small brushes served me well.  They are frail little brushes made for small, delicate hands.  I will get some more as they are three for a dollar and they reach in better than a regular tooth brush.  They are worth having on hand.

I went out long enough to take the trash out to the alley for pick-up.  I came right back in.  I went out without a jacket.

I had to change my phone number again because "you know who" got my new number from AT&T.  Because she works for a monument Co. and sell grave stones, they readily gave her the number, probably using the business to get the number.  I promptly called the phone Co. and changed it again.  This time it is a private number.  She is a a type of stalker in that she is a telephone pest.  Next, she will be pounding on the door.  "Get a life," says I.  I am quite content to be a hermit and not be bothered by the world in general.

I had intended to go to the library this afternoon, but when I felt the cold I changed my mind and stayed in by the furnace.

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THE MASTERS GARDEN

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HELP ME CULTIVATE THY GARDEN

HELP ME PLANT IT, ROW BY ROW

KEEP ME SOWING, GRACIOUS MASTER

THAT EVERY SEED

MAY THRIVE AND GROW

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HELP ME CULTIVATE THY GARDEN

HELP ME PLANT EACH PRECIOUS SEED

HOPE AND FAITH AND LOVE AND MERCY

ALL THE THINGS MY SOUL DOTH NEED

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HELP ME CULTIVATE THY GARDEN

BLESSED MASTER, STAY THOU NEAR

HELP ME WATER IT AND WATCH IT

AS EACH SEEDLING DOTH APPEAR

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HELP ME CULTIVATE THY GARDEN

KEEP ME SOWING, OH MY LORD

HELP ME LABOR IN THE GARDEN

WHERE EVERY FLOWER IS THY REWARD

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by Hope C. Oberhelman

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