As I examine, consider, take in, regard, behold, I see that all is as it should be. I am only an observer, here. I can not drive a tractor, or clean a barn, or milk a cow, or plow a field. I see the beauty, not the work. I am behind the barbed wire fence. I can ponder. I will always be on the outside, and that is why I see the beauty, and not the burden.
'The beauty' and not 'the burden', Jane - you see what counts, except perhaps through the eyes of the builder or the farmer.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely photo here and equally lovely thoughts attached. Nothing plain about this, Jane.
Thank you for visiting my blog! You're from Wisconsin? I love Minnesota and Wisconsin, and hopefully making a trip up there this Summer or Fall! I bet you are FREEZING right now! I live in Pittsburgh and complain about our 12 degree weather...but I bet you are in the minus?! Love your barn photo by the way! Stay warm!
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wow, that is such a beautiful piece of writing. it makes me think about my own story about a fence recently, this kind of opens my eyes to a different possibility. Thanks
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