HeyaBro, sorry to hear this, BUT boy! do I remember those ditch-cleaning days! They didn't have weed-eaters, except the horses who didn't want THOSE weeds, so we not only shoveled, dug, etc., we also burned them out. Great swathes of billowing smoke and a scent I can almost conjure to take me back. I remmeber always wearing our cowboy boots, so that we could stamp out any tendrils of fire which tried to jump the *moat*. And foals! I hope you'll send me a picture or two! Dont' forget, if you can't sing for us, those babies will love it, too!

Thanks for all of the good work you've done in hosting so far. I'll be a bit out of it for the next few weeks with moving and all, but will enjoy popping in when I get the chance. You and Jan take care!

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