The labours of love or necessity are similar. It was a beautiful, sunny earlymorning in August. There were things to do around the farm, so My Hero headedout to his “labour of necessity” in the barnyard — I never know what that might entail. Today he was attempting to make our water wagon beautiful (my words). Meanwhile, I made my way to the front yard with paints, inks and easel — my “labour of love”. He never knows what that might entail. I be…
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