When you've worked all day and you're thinking to yourself,
"It'll be so nice to collapse in my nice warm bed",
think again......
No rest for the weary when it's 18 degreesand you have a grove full of ripe fruit.
It's time for the fire to melt the ice!!
Of course all the pyromaniacs that live in this house do not mind at all.They can get sleep some other time.

Trying to get feeling back into their hands.
which means with all the effort.......
and a huge lack of sleep....
and lots of fire......
But,


Trying to get feeling back into their hands.but only for 1 or 2 days this low, that we can remember.
the strange thing was, even during the day with full sun,
the ice was still frozen,
which means with all the effort.......
and a huge lack of sleep....
and lots of fire......
the fruit did eventually freeze, anyway.
(Just not enough man power or heaters for that many days.)
But, we did have fun while it lasted.
It's sad about the fruit, but that's how farm life is.
There's always next year.
Our Creator God is still in control of it all, Hallelujah.


Thomas and Kelli (cousin)
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