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February 19th 2011    Tim Candler

    Sixty Nine degrees Fahrenheit on the porch.  And I thought yesterday humid.  Any minute now I will hurt something, because that's the tradition at this time of year.

      Generally it's not something like trenching or hauling gravel around in a wheelbarrow. It's something absurd like refitting the range gauge. Once it was lifting an empty trash can.  Couldn't move for a day.

     I am wary because I need to wash clothes and do a little sweeping.  There's a plastic something in the field, blown there from somewhere else, which  I need to collect.

    But probably the most dangerous thing  is weeding Strawberries.   

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