Willie and Me

A wheelbarrow load wasn't as heavy twenty years ago and I would have gotten the job done in half the time.  


There will be a confession made in my near future that I am not the mule I once was.


But it won't be today.


Besides, darkness is here and the night is cool.  Firefly lights spot the ground, frog croaks fill the void, and bat wings whisper from above.


The beer is cold and Mr. Nelson has the floor.