Finally! The farmers are in the field working ground and planting both corn and beans. This is a common sight in North Iowa this week – big tractors, big planters, fast planting.
Rick is working with his own tractor at the front of our house. The rock has to be scraped away and black dirt hauled in so we can seed grass. We thought the contractor had removed the entire old sidewalk but it appeared as Rick was moving the pearock and now we have to get a jackhammer and break it up so we can haul it away. I say “we” as in “Rick”.
Faye was cold the other night so I covered her up and this is how I found her in the morning. Doesn’t every little dog need a pillow?
Little by little I’m getting the yard in order for summer. I started bringing out some of the junk like all these old coffeepots and teapots. Here is my garden junk storage place which is still full!!
This is my next big job – cleaning the haymow again. I said that last year was the very last time I would ever do this huge job and here I am again staring it down. The last week of May Sam is coming to help me and hopefully I’ll be able to find some other help. Camp is the next week so the deadline is right around the corner. It is very fun to sew in the barn but the charm is lost on me after cleaning it.
The vet came yesterday to worm my goats and if I hadn’t been so busy catching and holding goats while he gave them medicine, I would have taken some pictures. Today I’m driving 90 minutes to look at some pygmy goats for sale. I’ll let you know if I get some.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you hard working moms!
Until next week,
Just for a Laugh…
While I sat in the reception area of my doctor’s office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man’s, he said, I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller too..’