I think that we misunderstood the meaning of labor Day..Every time that I looked, my son and DiL were busy. Still stacking wood for the upcoming winter,sawing a hole in a wall to put in a window where the original house had
one , drawing sketches of flowers for my trailer. Busy busy, labor day. I attacked more of the yard. Doing my thing of raking pulling,chopping and finding more yard to plant grass.This session of yard work
was on a small rolling hill. I ended up sitting down so that I wouldn’t slip and roll down hill. It isn’t much of a hill but I felt better sitting. My son sketched three large flowers for the
actual trailer painting. He let me paint one sketch on a piece of linoleum to practice my technique. It’s not as scary as I thought it would be. There are a few technicalities to think about
,but it’s a go. Actually, it was a labor day . But good.