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It was moving-in day.
One of many in recent events, but this time it was a house; no longer a friend’s residence, or an apartment, but a house. And it was in the middle of the beautiful Washington woods.
We were the first people there. Trees were removed, land leveled, and a well installed below. An enormous pile of trash from an anonymous county gift-giver adorned our driveway-to-be. There was rock, sandy dirt, and weeds everywhere.
A few years later, we sifted the last of the problematic rocks out of our sprawling ¼ acre yard, and sowed the last of the grass we would need. The trash was nowhere to be seen, the pump-house looking tidy, the flower-beds bright, and the chicken coop standing firm behind the house.
As my father taught me, perseverance and care go a long way beyond the time they take to perform.
One of many in recent events, but this time it was a house; no longer a friend’s residence, or an apartment, but a house. And it was in the middle of the beautiful Washington woods.
We were the first people there. Trees were removed, land leveled, and a well installed below. An enormous pile of trash from an anonymous county gift-giver adorned our driveway-to-be. There was rock, sandy dirt, and weeds everywhere.
A few years later, we sifted the last of the problematic rocks out of our sprawling ¼ acre yard, and sowed the last of the grass we would need. The trash was nowhere to be seen, the pump-house looking tidy, the flower-beds bright, and the chicken coop standing firm behind the house.
As my father taught me, perseverance and care go a long way beyond the time they take to perform.
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This is the first entry for my own HundredMemories project.
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Wonderful man!