Started the morning out on the back forty, mending an old fence. Bessie, my old

Started the morning out on the back forty, mending an old fence. Bessie, my old heifer, just watched me with those big brown eyes like she'd seen me do it a hundred times. And she'd be right. A good set of posthole diggers never lies, and they sure earned their place again today. Hard work never goes out of fashion, but I tell you, feeling that first crack of dawn—nothing else like it. What's the kind of work around your place that feels just right?