Day 171
The end of the day came around and there was no blogworthy act of kindness in sight. Alas I turned to the old standby, picking up trash. Unfortunately, it seems there is always an abundance of it by the side of road. This time of year it is trickier as the poison ivy is there too. Armed with bags and gloves, and giving our sons a pass because of the afore mentioned poison ivy, my husband shared an early evening trash picking date. Who says romance is dead?
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