Every day seems to be the same, one following another without end.
Work begins at daylight and continues until well after the sun has set beyond the western horizon.
Despite the day's toil, there's just as much that will need to be done the next day, and the day after that, and every day. The nights are too short. The days seem endless. Such is life with rearing five children at Goose Gay Farm. Feet hit the floor at dawn.