|Getting my fingers dirty, circa 1947|
In an earlier post I mentioned how I was needing to get outside. Yesterday we climbed into the Jeep with the top off and headed to Marionville. Gene drove us on back roads all to way to Marionville. It was hard to tell which of us enjoyed the fresh air the most. With the activity outside today, I am feeling better every minute. Yep, this old gal just needed to be able to do a little mowing, weeding and get some dirt under my nails.