Digging in rocky soil; I remember it well when kids were small. But in Texas summer heat rather than nasty cold - prefer the former. Finding the leak was the problem. And those bloody rocks so tight in the clay soil! Got 'er fixed every time, lost count how many, and yes, the feeling of accomplishment each time.
Digging in rocky soil; I remember it well when kids were small. But in Texas summer heat rather than nasty cold - prefer the former. Finding the leak was the problem. And those bloody rocks so tight in the clay soil! Got 'er fixed every time, lost count how many, and yes, the feeling of accomplishment each time.
Digging in rocky soil; I remember it well when kids were small. But in Texas summer heat rather than nasty cold - prefer the former. Finding the leak was the problem. And those bloody rocks so tight in the clay soil! Got 'er fixed every time, lost count how many, and yes, the feeling of accomplishment each time.
What a beautiful song! Thank you!