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December 4th 2010    Tim Candler

    Nineteen degrees Fahrenheit has been forecast for Sunday night, so perhaps I should dig up the Parsnips sometime between now and then.

     Hard to know for certain, and with cold rain, a little sleet and an occasional flurry of snow, digging up Parsnips does not shine on the list of things to achieve. 

    I am beginning to suspect there is Sloth in me, which one day will find me three toed and hanging from the ceiling fan.   A prospect of fun, only for little boys with sticks.

    Time definitely to stop pretending my boots have been kidnapped by Woolly Bears. 

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