Collecting Precious Metals

I've been meaning to write this for a while, now.  (It's been a couple of weeks since I've posted here last.) 

Hovewever, since returning from Retreat at our provincial house in Hankinson, I haven't had much spare time.

I wanted share with you from my experience of "collecting precious metals," as I dubbed an experience I had with Sister Mary Ruth down there over the weekend (after retreat was over).

She had just offered a day of reflection, and had placed metal rods out on the grounds to form a large outdoor rosary.  After the day was over, she needed to collect them again.  Thus, I ended up helping her a little with the project.

She had me drive a little golf card named "Donkey."  I don't ever remember driving one before, and it's been over fifteen years since I tried driving a car.  (I had gotten my permit but never actually got a liscense due to my vision.) 

I was a bit rusty manuvering a steering wheel.

Riding "Donkey" took a little getting used to, but it was kind of a fun adventure, driving around the grounds as Sister Mary Ruth gathered the spikes, her "precious metals."

After that, we drove around the areas that were littered with downed twigs and branches from strong winds the night before.  "Donkey" proved to be the perfect aide in easily gathering these and bringing them back to be discarded.

When we were finished, I was grateful that my companion did the honors of "putting donkey to bed" (placing "him" back in its nook in the shed) as I don't think that would have gone well for me.  (As it was, I managed to incur minor property damage by taking out a wire from the close-line...that's another story all together!"