There’s a time to reap and a time to sow, a time to hold your peace and a time to grab the gun. Ooops, forgive me…. I just made that up.
Don’t deny it, you know what it means to “get your mad on”. It’s probably righteous indignation (ahem) but all of us have had protective mama bear rise up over something. I have a point here, about drawing a line in the sand. I’m an easy-going, diplomatic type of person. BUT… sometimes enough is enough and it’s time to fight for what’s yours.
What has me riled up today is something as simple as the varmints eating our garden. Last year, I watched the varmints eat more than half of our harvest. It’s not happening again. I’ll not say more in order to avoid the wrath of the SPCA or whatever the caterpillar-lovers call themselves but they can hug a tree while I eat the fruit of the garden we labored over.
I’ve been accused of being too nice. But do not be deceived… in my heart there’s a warrior. Well, maybe I just watched too much Beverly Hillbillies when I was kid. What a silly show! Note that Granny's got her gun. LOL