We have seen light showers, it is 37* out right now, may see sn0w, nothing is popping out, no trees blooming, lawn looks like an arid desert....... Here’s where I hope mother nature doesn't carry her wet-weather systems any too deep. I's got to get on the fields for picking up after winter's wind falls.
Donna has suggested I visit your blogg. I like your writing, especially the lady in the mumu and her smelling fragrance bottle. That stuff happens to set me off. It was the second trait the lack of such smelly substances the girl didn't use. But by the time I got to her third attraction, she was a good conversationalist, listener, and a delight to fight with, I was a goner. Been so over 50yrs. Enough this, although I include a bit of this in my own blogg. As for smells, I tend to draft an odder best described as "Ode Do Moo" commonly found around about a cow farm. So stop by and see me and the ladies sometime. Oh, and bring your own cup coffee. I find that elixir of life rather hard to pour thru the net.
It's been fun. ….should she drop by! (I got-a keep this entry as I made reference to my old battle axe. Something I’ll most likely forget to do anymore this day. Oh, that young lady’s first impression upon my mind, She sure was pretty. That trait was enough interest to me I had to check her out.)
I thought Toni’s journal rather short, my soon running out of reading. Leaving the puter where it was I got up, put the ice packs back in the freezer for use again, visited the library, washed hands and an instant oatmeal breakfast was coming out of the microwave. Getting back to the puter there had come up on Toni’s Blogg a whole mountain of additional reading come up. I’s impressed. She’s a very talented impressionist with a pencil.
I’ve got to come/go back to Toni’s place again. Thanks Donna. You’re right-on again.
It was and it wasn’t an easy day. I had put a lady down and unceremoniously buried her. Now, we weren’t all that close but each one of these ladies host a personality as different from another as any two legged friend and acutance I know. She was an interesting lass. While she may have shied away from my patting her, she was an easy lady to tend to on the chutes. I’ll miss her.
A friend of ours learning farming the hard way has finally accepted my word for the wrongful way they had stored their hay. So today we got to it/at it and took the pile down and set the big round bales I straight lines with about six to twelve inches between the bales length wise and a foot and a half width-wise.
The bales thoughtlessly piled five wide at the bass with four bales, three bales going up in stepped tiers was a bad way to have treated all that hay. As I had written we took the pile down for two reasons. The hay piled as it was, was catching and holding all the rain and snow water to either cause the hay to rot in that pile or become wet enough to generate heat and become a combustible fire balled disaster. He’s one more suggestion he might follow. Pickup some 8’ X 100’ visqueen to top cover those moved bales. Every bale we’d moved had lost its bio-gradable twine wrapping to hold them together. The bales loosened are an open mess to still catch rain water. It’s my idea cover only the top of those reset bales leaving the bottoms open for ventilation. Tired, I think I’m beginning to talk in circles upon this subject. If I get the attention of those handling the hay wrong maybe more hay may be saved in the future rather than lost or wasted.
Getting on with it I accomplished nothing else; although, the weather was spirited enough I enjoyed the sharp edges of the elements presented; rain, wind, sleet, snow, making things slippery. One of life’s little joys was I coming home, coming in and bending my bare derriere to the blessed warmth of the living-room’s woodstove. BGKC.