Farm Day
You must be as surprised as I am with this post. Afterall, it’s TUESDAY, not THURSDAY or SUNDAY. I’d asked Prince Farming on Sunday whether we needed to mow hay, but because of Hurricane Gustav and Ike, Diesel prices are ridiculous, and we’re practically out, so he said we were going to hold off for a while. So I planned my week. Very full. Lots of commitments and ideas and inspiration. Then Prince Farming’s dad (and our neighbor) called to say that the weather now is perfect for hay, and we need to do it. Now. This week. So I can’t stay and chat. Last night we hitched the mower onto JD in the dark and took two loops around a field to make sure it was all working okay. I’ll be able to tell you all about it. But not now. Must mow. Now. Today. Ugh. I feel a bit more than slightly reluctant. My blog name is perfect.
Here’s a flower to cheer us up. This flower was growing all by itself in a pile of rocks. This flower is "the other side of reluctance"
