Morning chores. Dawn spreads and light hits the pond. What if I were not here, would the grounds yet thrive?
Fences need fixing; brush clearing.
I live on your lands, dear Lord. What treasure you entrust to me. Look! My neighbors, they equally hold necessary duties. Together this place is maintained a paradise.
Let us attend to our tasks while the sun climbs in the sky. Soon enough it will be time to rest together and reflect on your providence.
Thy will be done, for all is well.