Necessity is the mother of mending

My jeans, the ones I wear when working the land, were torn …

The result of moving the rusted bedsprings gifted by neighbors Connie and Karl Akers …

Fortunately, it was only the jeans that tore. In the future, I think I’ll leave it to Don to move rusty bits around as he does a much better job of it …

Nonetheless, I do like having a good excuse to mend …

And now that my itchy stitching fingers have been soothed, I’m off to do some (more) weeding!