Dump runs and Robbie Burns Poetry

It is finally feeling like spring.  You might think we're nuts, but it seems like this has been a ridiculously long winter.  We spent the first weekend that it was actually nice going to the dump.

I'm not the kind of wife who sends her husband to the dump, this is something we do together.

Kent gave me a shovel and we loaded and then unloaded our trailer ..

Well, I mostly unloaded onto the ground

And then I hit some guys truck with a shovel full....I apologized he was ok with it.

It was a good day, our yard is looking much better!

The end of January we celebrated Robby Burns--complete with Haggis!

I'll finish this post with my favourite Robbie Burns Poem--it's my favourite because my heart is truly in the highlands....no matter where I roam.

My Heart's in the Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

Robbie Burns 1759-1796