"Time is so precious-do not waste it."
"The sun never sets on Dad's Tomato Garden Journal."
Yes our convention is over, now it's up to me to do my part, seek to do the thing that we have heard. Is seems that I always seem to say after every convention that this is the best one that I have been in, well I am saying it again, As I get older the conventions mean a lot to me. I will be telling you more about it later.
Picture by Dad.
Sit down here with me and have Tea or Coffee, they are both ready. DAD.
My cart is back and in perfect shape, I hope to get back on scheudle this morning.
We had the privilidge of having our good friend Ron, who lives in Washington State with us during our convention. He leaves this morning, Mary and I will be taking him to the airport at 9 a.m. this morning. We have enjoyed the time with him very much. Dad & Mary.
That will be about all the outside activity that we will have today.
I do always have my cell phone with me, it is o.k. if you would like to call me. 865-850-5763.
I don't think that I have mentioned this before, I use VERIZON for my cell phone service and if you happen to use the same your call to me would be free. I am sure that is right but you might check it out with the company Verizon where you live.
By Kira Hamman
We’ve mentioned the East Nashville Tomato Art Fest here before.
The celebration, held each August in East Nashville, Tennessee, touts the power of the tomato to bridge differences, a power organizers say it owes to its own blurry fruit/vegetable identity.
See the festivities for yourself: Read the rest of this entry »
Home and the Office
Home is the place where the laughter should ring,
And man should be found at his best.
Let the cares of the day be as great as they may,
The night has been fashioned for rest.
So leave at the door when the toiling is o'er
All the burdens of worktime behind,
And just be a dad to your girl or your lad--
A dad of the rollicking kind.
The office is made for the tasks you must face;
It is built for the work you must do;
You may sit there and sigh as your cares pile up high,
And no one may criticize you;
You may worry and fret as you think of your debt,
You may grumble when plans go astray,
But when it comes night, and you shut your desk tight,
Don't carry the burdens away.
Keep daytime for toil and the nighttime for play,
Work as hard as you choose in the town,
But when the day ends, and the darkness descends,
Just forget that you're wearing a frown--
Go home with a smile! Oh, you'll find it worth while;
Go home light of heart and of mind;
Go home and be glad that you're loved as a dad,
A dad of the fun-loving kind.