I had a day to myself today. It was wonderful. I have an accountant in Weiser and today was tax day. It went well, thanks for asking. Actually, while driving to my appointment I found myself behind an empty beet truck. I didn't mind it, I had a sitter. While I sat behind that truck , I'd get brief whiffs of diesel exhaust. Ya, it can be over-powering and the EPA says it's bad for the environment, but it reminds me of family time. There is something in the over-powering scent of diesel that reminds me of togetherness. It's trips to the lake, camping, auguring fence post holes with my husband, and riding the fork lift with my dad as a kid. That totally obnoxious, over-powering smell is a little kid excitedly grabbing flashlights, and sleeping bags. It's a little boy riding tractor with his papa. It's a little girl holding fence posts to build a corral for her pony. It's a scent that represents a good hard days work, accomplishment and family togetherness. That diesel engine is the sound that daddy's home, it's supper time and every one's together. No, I don't recommend Yankee bottle this scent up for their latest candle, the EPA may die of heart failure. I do cherish memories that are tied to it though.
I am sure the prices will go down again, they usually do. It does make things tight until then. I serve a God that always provides however. A gallon of diesel may cost more than two dozen eggs. But God has seen fit to give us chickens, so we're covered. We'll see how this summer goes. I know we'll be fine. God never ceases to amaze me with His provisions.
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