Picking Up the Limbs

Well it’s nearly 11 o’clock in the morning, it’s sunny as hell, and it’s only 34°f. A big change from the 72° it was Friday night at three in the morning. To say a little cold front blowed through would be an understatement. I suspect my little buddy from Canada sent this to me with a smile on her face. But still the bells at the Baptist church are ringing and I’m outside picking up the limbs that fell out of these sycamore trees yesterday.

The old barn owl is hooting behind me today, other then that not much noise can be heard. I got most of the limbs picked up and piled around the tree roots. That way when Mr. Brown comes around to mow the yard it’s easier for him to put them in his trailer. Without all that wind from yesterday the cold is a little tolerable. But I’m still bundled up to the max, because I’m not as well isolated as I used to be. You know sitting here gets me to thinking about change. Not just the change in the weather, but the changes in attitude of those around me.
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People seem to be softening up. By that I mean, the hard blunt lines we saw people taking over the last few years are easing. Now you may not be seeing that in your life. But like a few people I’ve been taking the pruning shears to my circle of acquaintances. Cutting back the dead limbs and allowing fresh growth to bloom. This can also apply to your own self as well. So as I continue picking up these dead limbs, I’m reminded that purging yourself of dead weight is never a bad thing, especially when it’s weighing you down.