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And Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies. These are the things we live with, in the country. Some you step on, some travel in your clothes, and some stink. Foxtails. That sounds so beautiful. They are terrible. They cling and bring pain to the feet of dogs. Don't get me started... on mosquitoes and blood-sucking vermin... that find us all in the day, and in the night. Yet we still go outside. We still want to touch, trees, and flowers... and lay in the grass. Ticks stay away, fleas go somewhere else. This is the best place, to be calm and set the pace... backward, or at least slowdown. Chores make the time pass without notice. Tired muscles and an achy back replace the need to be concerned... about the small things. Yet inside, peace reigns. Even at the cost of life's tiny inconveniences, there is a payment of joy, that only He can dole out.